Today we left the delightful village of Lower Solva, walking out on the other side of a very pretty sheltered cove. Not much sunshine at this point, but is was cool, no wind and no precipitation on the radar.
Looking good....
We were a bit nervous today, as we were expecting to be run over by a plethora, of fell or coast runners. Evidently this w/e is the annual Pembrokeshire Coast run, and whilst it started in another village we expected a hoard of fit bastards to run over the top of us.
Thankfully we finished before they got to us - however tomorrow may be a different matter.
Gailee and Libbee took a short cut at Caerfai Bay today, leaving the Bendy and the Twitchy to power on alone.
The Dumpy Dump Dump again!!!!
As it turned out today's weather was glorious, with just the odd zephyr (of a wind). A big change from the shit wind conditions we had experienced over the last week. With the sun out occasionally we got to see the Welsh Coast in all its glory.
We bumped into lots of chatty poms ( I don't bother differentiating between the Welsh and the English - they all look the same to me ).
Eventually we rolled around the headland to St Justinian's, after passing through fields of ling ( heath ) beautiful hidden coves and various islands large and small to our left. To be honest, I started to get islanded out.
We caught a bus into St David's, our accommodation for the night, which is three kilometres off the path.
On arrival at our lovely Hotel - St David's Cross Hotel, to find that Mrs Bendy and Mrs Twitchy we're nowhere to be seen ( double dump ). Not to worry, use the time to have a shower and change clothes. At which point, I felt a cold shiver as Hazel had entered the building. I could hear the Edmunds cackle. Looking out the window there was the Gailee and the Libee sitting directly below me, sipping latte's. Without thinking a couple of socks began to rain down on the dumpsters - it was pure instinct ( it was not me, it was the one armed man ).
After the socks were returned ( or was that thrown ), and the one armed man had vanished, we went to St David's Cathedral. After a 17.75 kilometre walk, I was not too enthusiastic about doing any additional walking. But we did, and like a lot of these things it was very interesting. They started building it in 1182, which is rare that you can actually get into any building that old anymore.
Lastly, after five days alcohol free, which was a bit of bugger, I weakened and had a few sneaky reds.
Bad Twitchy
Bad Bad Bad.
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