LXXXI – Milford Haven to Westdale Bay

Hasteful MammalI had a cunning plan to make the best possible use of Easter and its attendant four-day weekend by walking great distances along the Pembrokeshire coast. It was a good plan and I liked it, but the common cold virus had other ideas and decided to prove that it’s not only Martian tripod pilots that it can bring low if it wants. 

I thus spent Easter feeling somewhat sorry for myself and occasionally wondering if I’d somehow stuffed a hagfish up my nose.

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LXXI – Penmaen to Rhossili

Hasteful MammalHAVING given my feet a fortnight or so to recover from any new-boots inflicted damage, not to mention having had other things to do in that period, I thought it was high time I returned to the splendorous scenery of the Gower and traversed a little further along the coast.

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LV – Barnstaple to Ilfracombe

Hasteful MammalTHE length of my walks in North Devon are, to some considerable extent, dictated by which towns still have any kind of useful public transport links.  For the most part the railways were closed down in the 1960s and the buses are not exactly plentiful.  I was struggling a little with finding an appropriate break point between Barnstaple and Ilfracombe, settling uncomfortably on Croyde, which gave me two walks of about thirteen miles each, but for the first of those, which is very easy going, that felt a bit too lacking in challenge.

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LIV – Westward Ho! to Barnstaple

Hasteful MammalLAST Monday, I awoke bright and early, stretched out in an enormous bed in a rather large room and, for a moment, didn’t feel like getting up at all.  But the lure of walking beckoned, so I arose and performed my ablutions before pausing to look out of the bedroom window at a view across the River Torridge.

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LIII – Hartland Quay to Westward Ho!

Hasteful MammalI awoke early on the First of April, vaguely convinced that my phone alarm must be playing some sort of April Fool’s Day prank.  Alas, it was not. Blearily, I crawled from my bed and prepared for a full day of walking.

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