Flint to Hawarden Bridge 2.6.23

The car is still holding up after yesterday’s trauma – we are back in the carpark at Flint Castle. I walk over to a nearby bench to change my footwear and as I’m struggling with my boots a young girl appears out of the bushes and starts walking, rather unsteadily, towards me. She is very suntanned, her hair in braids knotted with coloured glass beads and is carrying a massive backpack.

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