Alas, the 10 days of meticulously planned walking on the Cornish coast did not happen – rain stopped play. Here is the one and only photo of our 3 mile walk in torrential rain and howling winds – this was taken the day before.
Continue readingBuilt in the 1720’s by Britain’s first prime minister Sir Robert Walpole, Houghton Hall was passed to the Cholmondeley family at the end of the eighteenth century. The current owners, Lord and Lady Cholmondeley (pronounced Chumley), are great fans of the American sculptor James Turrell and his explorations into the effects of light.
Continue readingThe first bus of the morning to Llanybri takes me to the crossroads under the stern gaze of a massive electricity pylon.
Continue readingI catch the bus from Carmarthen to Llangain and the bus driver lets me off at the very spot where I gave up last time – wet and miserable with badly fitting boots. Today I have my new, very comfortable boots on and it looks like it’s going to be a lovely day.
Continue readingFollowing directions from a couple of locals I find the narrow opening which leads to the beginning of the coast path – right bang smack next to the entrance to the caravan site.
Continue readingAs is so often the case the coast path has crumbled at Polkerris so I head out of town on a narrow road with no pavements. Fortunately I soon discover a footpath sign peeping up above the hedge and a stile which I cross over into rolling fields. The stile is marked with a Celtic cross, a sign used for the “Saints Way”, a 27 mile path from Padstow to Fowey.
Continue readingI have left London very early this morning to get to Fowey in time to walk to Polkerris before sunset. My legs take a while to shake off the stiffness of a long train journey but I soon fall into the regular pace of road walking, through Readymoney Cove and up onto the cliffs – bypassing St. Catherine’s Castle as I am conscious of the late start.
Continue readingA family event has taken Damian and I to South Wales and there is just enough time for a short walk up the west bank of the Severn Estuary.
Continue readingI wake up to a much nicer day and head down to the footbridge with the coracle memorial.
Continue readingWhat follows is one and a half days of pain and frustration caused by rain, new boots, menacing cattle and nasty dogs.
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Joining the Dots 