Big day in many ways on the Welsh Coast today.
We left the smallest city in the UK, catching the bus back to St Justinians, after discussing political correctness with locals at the bus stop. We won't go into what they overheard me say here, but you get the idea of what I may have said....
Moving on, the soft cases and hard cases caught the "Celtic Coaster" back to St Justinians, to continue our little walkie.
In good spirits we set off on our next leg of our journey, in near perfect weather. Lots of sensational views of the coastline, which I can't post here and now, due to memory restrictions.
The Heath ( ling ) was beautiful.
We came across Fred Flinstone's summer house at St Davids Head. That is Wilma looking relaxed, thinking about the Bedrock Cup Fashions on the Field below.
One of the best highlights of the trip happened to us today, as we encountered a herd or string of wild horses or ponies ( not sure which, hence the confusion on the collective nouns ).
For about five minutes we had wave after wave of groups of two or three equines pelting past us at high speed, literally two or three metres from where we stood. The last group of two literally ran between us. Whilst I tried to take some photos, they were shit and do not do the situation justice. Bendy managed to get a quick video of the last two horses, as they ran through us.
It was pretty special moment...
The girls were travelling well at this point, so all was good in the world. However as we ploughed on the terrain got a lot more challenging they started to flag. So did Bendy and Twitchy, but we seemed to handle it better.
However once we got to Abereiddy, Gailee had had enough and chose to exit at this pre-designated get out point. Libbee was of the same view, and grabbed the opportunity with both hands too. After a couple of attempts to ring a taxi, with no success I needed to be creative. I remembered Gailee's hijacking trick on C2C II, and successfully replicated it. Legend!
I guess I kinda dumped myself......
So Bendy and I plodded on, with just over 5 kilometres to go. It was lovely walk, but not without some ups and downs, however at this stage we were tiring more and more.
Still we soldiered on, through the pretty sea side village of Porthgain.
I needed to do some foot repair work at Porthgain, before we could move on - which good old Bendo photographed. Bastard.
I expect that to appear on his blog. Stooge.
Anyway all up I did 22.95 kilometres, with my extra toilet stops.
Very tiring day, but it ain't anything like the monster day we are forced to tackle tomorrow.
Rules are rules, Bendy and Twitchy will follow the acorns, rain hail or shine, unless we end up in an ambulance or a box.
No pain - no gain
Twitchy
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