CLXXVIII – Oban to Port Appin

Helpful MammalIT HAD been raining when I reached Oban and it rained through the night with thunder and lightning thrown in for good measure.  I knew then, when I woke bleary-eyed in the morning, what the cold, grey light seeping through the curtains must mean. The only real question was how bad would it be?  I hesitated, my hand halfway to the window, not at all sure that I was keen to find out…

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Extra 3 – Kilmelford to Oban

Helpful MammalON THE sixth and final walking day of my July 2017 trip I knew I was in trouble the moment I got out of bed. My knee was stiff and slightly inflamed and the previous day’s 20-miler had done it no favours at all.  My plans for the day involved another 20 miles but that was now looking rather foolish. Perhaps I should abandon my walk altogether?  I mean, I could hardly do that using only one leg…

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CLXI – Strachur to Dunoon

Helpful MammalWHAT defines a coastal walk?  Does it have to be along the coast or in sight of the coast or just near the coast? And then how much so? Does starting and ending at the coast count? And what about the shore of a freshwater lake? Isn’t that a sort of inland coast? Does it matter? With these questions very much in mind, I consulted my personal rules of walking…

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CLX – Arrochar to Strachur

Helpful MammalHAVING sat out the winter weather, I was as delighted to see the arrival of spring as one can be when blossoming trees are trying to have sex with one’s nose.  One of the best ways to avoid involuntary pollination is to go where that is less likely to be an issue, namely the coast (where a breeze off the sea should be safe to inhale).  And so for the first time in 2017, I made my way back up to Scotland, ready to continue my chosen hobby of putting one foot in front of the other a lot.

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CXLV – Port William to Glenluce

Hasteful MammalTHE final day of my mid-March adventure did not begin with blue skies and sunshine but with a comfortingly familiar overall greyness and grimness.  Having prepared myself for meteorological misery with a hearty breakfast and warm clothing, I ventured out once again…

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CVII – Holyhead to Cemaes

Hasteful MammalWHILE I may have avoided walking in August, on account of hot weather and everywhere being booked solid, September is an entirely different prospect.  And this is good because if August is optional then the start of September is almost compulsory for walking: I started my coastal perambulations on the third of September 2010, which means that as September rolled around again I was into my fifth year of walking.

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CI – Nefyn to Caernarfon

Hasteful MammalHAVING previously forecast a lot of rain that turned out to be made of golden sunshine, the Met Office recently managed an unspectacular return to form by accurately predicting cloud cover over North Wales.  Which is a bit like predicting sunshine in the Sahara.  But at least I was forewarned and therefore prepared…

Prepared to take no notice whatsoever, that is.

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C – Porth Oer to Nefyn

Hasteful MammalAT THE end of my 99th walk I limped my way along the roads from Porth Oer to Nefyn and it was not at all unpleasant, though I refused to count it as part of my walk.

For my 100th walk, I returned to Porth Oer and basically did the same journey again only this time I stuck to the coast.  It was miles better! And also longer: by a mile and a half to be exact.

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XCII – Borth to Machynlleth

Hasteful MammalWHEN I read that the weather forecast for my latest excursion would be enough heavy rain on the Friday to ensure ankle-deep mud all weekend plus recurring heavy showers just to make certain, I was not in any way deterred.  Nor was the Lemming, who joined me again, although it did prompt him to purchase some rather more waterproof footwear. 

As it turned out, it was mostly sunny but hazy with only the occasional shower…  of hailstones.

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LXXXIX – Tresaith to New Quay

Hasteful MammalI AWOKE in Tresaith to discover that December had arrived and promptly done away with any of that blue skies and sunshine nonsense.  No, in December’s opinion, November had clearly been mutton dressed as lamb and it was having none of that. 

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