writing and hiking in the sun
The Via Algarviana starts from the quay at Alcoutim, some distance from the coast on the left bank of the Rio Guadiana. We hadn’t done ourselves any favours by arriving in Portugal on a Sunday, so Harri thought it best … 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
