writing and hiking in the sun
We see so many signs relating to dogs on our travels that I’m starting to think sign writing would cease to exist as a profession if our national obsession with dog ownership abated. It seems that everywhere we go there are … Continued
The homeward leg. Chepstow is just seventeen miles down river. By early evening, we’ll have finally reached ‘Fynwy’ and the end of our adventure. Over breakfast, Harri asked if walking through Wales had made our country seem bigger or smaller … Continued
It’s hard to believe we only have two days of walking left. Sometime tomorrow evening we’ll stagger into Chepstow where Harri’s good friend, Newport poet Goff Morgan, will be waiting to drive us home. After just over three weeks and nearly 400 … Continued
The campsite at Cwmdu wasn’t exactly a mozzie-free zone but compared with the horrors of Dan yr Ogof it was absolutely blissful. Once again, we rolled up well after nine but on this occasion, after we’d put our tent up, we were able to … Continued
