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Date: Sun, Apr 14th, 2019
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It was another really cold and windy night. I suspect I didn't pump enough air into the mattress as I woke feeling I was touching the ground under my bum (no comments please, especially you Howard). But it would be such a hassle to fix I lived with it. The tent was howling a little in the wind but fortunately I got the tent direction just right so it wasn't in any danger of trying to fly away with me in it. I must have slept well because I got up late and didn't get walking until gone 9:00 - very late for me.
It was nice trail following the coastline along the cliff for a while before dropping down for a beach walk. I met a couple who told me they were scouting out the race around the island. I asked them if there was a cafe nearby but they said I'd me have to go to Red Wharf Bay, four and a half miles for the nearest one. Not what I really wanted to hear as I really needed breakfast but nothing I could do about that.
Closer to my immediate goal, I came to this parking lot full of horse trailers. I asked one lady what was going on because it looked like a horse swap meet to me. She laughed and then told me it was a horse race on the sand between two flags a mile or more apart. The bay was almost empty of sea water with the tide out and the sand was really flat and quite firm. Unfortunately I was a little too early to see the races.
At the cafe I had a full Welsh breakfast and a Mammoth mug of coffee. Unfortunately their WiFi didn't work so now I have a little backlog of journal entries starting. In the next two miles there were four more cafes - a bit like London buses when you wait an hour and then several come along almost at the same time, as the joke goes. Then I met the same couple who had ran behind me, then caught me back up, overtook me when I was chatting to the horse lady, run on to their check point several miles in front and were now coming back towards me. We chatted some more and the guy said he was training for this race around the island that occurs over three days: 35 miles on day 1, 65 on day 2, and 35 on day 3. His wife said she wasn't doing this race, but she was training for the South Highlands race in Scotland that was 214 miles in total. I think I just found two people much crazier than me.
I wasn't very active with the camera today. The only thing that really caught my eye was this totally black section of beach. Initially it looked like surface coal - see what you think from the picture. Getting closer it turned out to be black seaweed.
I then had to walk over a mile inland to get around this wide tidal sand bar called Traeth Dulas. It started with a nice walk over fields where I started to see lots of game birds. At the bottom by the bridge there was a guy and his son training Retrievers to go after and retrieve dummy birds. I called with them for a bit and they told me the birds were pheasants and there are bird shoots held in the fall.
It does seem I have got a little out of phase with when I come to biggish towns. Instead of being in the evenings when I'd look for accomodation, it happens during the day and in the evening I'm in the middle of nowhere. Same has happened today and by 7:00 pm I'm hunting for a camp site again. I wasn' far from hitting the coastline again which is where the wind was blowing the strongest so I was seriously looking for somewhere before the coast. I came across these woods that had no fence and no obvious nearby owner so I searched around and found an idyllic spot. It's seems warmer here and there is almost no wind. Nice end to the day.
England Soiree Part 2
Hiking the Wales Coastal Path and short connection to South West Coastal Path.
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