Saturday, September 25, 2021

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Hello to all my regular readers! I know there are a number of you out there.
Thank you for your interest. 
We have recently returned from Pembrokeshire where we intended continuing this epic trek from Freshwater East.  But it was not to be.  We both found it hard going, and I was near to collapse at the end of our first Walk to Manorbier.  Regrettably we have decided to throw in the towel!  We are bitterly disappointed that old age has won, but we can no longer manage the challenging walking the coast path demands.  It's the steep downhills that are the killer, and we walk a lot more slowly than we used to.
We have a lot to be proud of.  Since we started in 1998 we have walked nearly four thousand miles along the coast.  During that time I have had five operations on my legs and Colin has had three on his bladder.  We have had to contend with Foot & Mouth restrictions, financial problems when a mortgage got out of hand, bereavement and Covid restrictions.  Still we carried on when we could, but all the time we were getting older.
But we haven't given in entirely.  We are going to continue visiting all the access points along the coast in the right order until we get back to Bognor Regis.  At each point we shall do a little walking if the terrain and weather conditions allow.  I shall continue to write them up in my blog.
To all my readers, thank you for your interest in our venture.
Rosemary
PS  Go to   www.bognorregisbeach.co.uk  to see what is happening NOW just left of Bognor Pier! (On the website, click on  'Live Webcam')

Thursday, June 17, 2021

Walk 391 -- Freshwater West to Merrion

 Ages: Colin was 79 years and 40 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 182 days. 
Weather: Sunny with a light breeze. 
Location: Freshwater West to Merrion. 
Distance: 4 miles. 
Total distance: 3968 miles. 
Terrain: Mostly grassy paths parallel to the roads we thought we were going to have to walk. Also across fields. A little uneven in places. Very gently undulating. 
Tide: Coming in. 
Rivers: None. 
Ferries: None. 
Piers: None. 
Kissing gates: None. 
Pubs: None. 
‘Cadw’ properties: None. 
Ferris wheels: None. 
Diversions: None. 
How we got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. This morning we drove to Merrion and parked off-road by the fence of Castlemartin Ranges. From there we caught the bus to Freshwater West. 
At the end we came to the gateway leading on to the military ranges. The gate was shut and a red flag was flying. We walked along the road to where our car was parked and drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East. 
 
By today the swelling of my hand is reduced, and the blackness is fading. I can grip things better and it is not so painful. 
Today's Walk was entirely inland thanks to the Army who commandeered this beautiful chunk of the Welsh coast back in 1938 and have steadfastly refused to give it back ever since. They were out there today shooting away with their big guns and letting off smoky bombs. We thought we were going to be walking entirely on roads and neither of us were looking forward to it, but the bus driver on the way pointed out all the footpaths that have been put in parallel to the roads but behind hedges and sometimes across fields. 
We started at the Freshwater West car park. Freshwater West is a popular surfing beach, the waves come in to this shallow beach directly from the Atlantic. This morning there were a few surfers milling about in the car park but none in the water — I think the tide was too far out. When the tide is right, they are there in their hundreds, and surfing schools take place. We walked a few yards on the road in the wrong direction to start our Walk in order to access the first footpath

At first I wished I'd brought my poles because the ground was a bit uneven. I hadn't brought them because they are such a nuisance when walking on roads, and in the end I was glad I had left them behind because it left my injured hand free for the blood to flow and so reduce the swelling.
 
When this path came out on to the road there was another gate almost opposite which lead us to a path parallel to the road but behind a hedge. So we were well protected from the traffic which tends to rush down this narrow lane towards the surfing beach. This path was along the border of the ranges so we could hear the gunfire quite close — it sounded as if we were in a war zone! We passed the occasional red flag and notices telling us to keep out.
Approaching a farm our path, which was well signposted, led away from the road and crossed several fields.
Despite the notice on a gate we didn't meet any bulls! We came across some cows at one point but they took very little notice of us. We eventually came to a lane leading into Castlemartin, and along there we came to a deserted children's playground with picnic tables. We went in there so I could have a sit-down because I needed a rest.
(Today's Walk was so short we hadn't brought any food, just water.)
 
Sufficiently watered and rested, we carried on up to the roundabout in Castlemartin. The road through the ranges, which we had driven along last Monday, was closed with a gate across. There was also a car parked in front of it. In a box next to it sat a man to stop anybody going through (
What a job!) 
We took the road signposted “Warren”, and after a few yards there was a gate leading to a parallel path behind the hedge. This led gently uphill for about half a mile.
 
At the top of the hill we came to a “Range Viewing Area” where you can see more or less the whole of the territory used by the Army. Several cars were parked there and one man was out with binoculars. But quite honestly there wasn't really anything much to see, it was more the sound of the booming guns that interrupted our peaceful Walk.
 
From there our path led across several fields completely skirting the hamlet of Warren. It was actually a short cut. We eventually emerged on to a lane just a few yards north of the crossroads where a road leads off to Stack Rocks. A red flag was flying and a gate across the road was shut. We hope it will be open for the next Walk on Saturday!
That ended Walk no.391, we shall pick up Walk no.392 next time at the gate to the ranges near Merrion. It was ten past twelve, so the Walk had taken us two hours, forty minutes. We walked along the road to where our car was parked and drove back for lunch in our caravan at Freshwater East. 
Today was a bit of a bum Walk — we don't get much out of walking across fields and it certainly wasn't by the coast. But it was not as bad as it might have been, we hardly touched the roads.

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Walk 390 -- West Angle Bay to Freshwater West

Ages: Colin was 79 years and 38 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 180 days. 
Weather: Sunny with a light breeze. Turning hot. 
Location: West Angle Bay to Freshwater West. 
Distance: 6 miles. 
Total distance: 3964 miles. 
Terrain: Mostly grassy cliff paths. Very undulating — up and down almost vertical 'paths' with few steps cut in. It was dangerous! A flat sandy beach at the end. 
Tide: Going out. 
Rivers: None. 
Ferries: None. 
Piers: None. 
Kissing gates: No.957. 
Pubs: None. 
‘Cadw’ properties: None. 
Ferris wheels: None. 
Diversions: None. 
How we got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. This morning we drove to Freshwater West where we parked. We caught the bus to West Angle Bay. 
At the end we came to Freshwater West car park. We bought delicious crab rolls from the mobile cafe there and ate them ravenously. Then we drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East. 
 
A notice at the top of the beach at West Angle Bay told us that coal used to be brought in from South Pembrokeshire and used in a limekiln alongside the small harbour. Locally made bricks were exported from here. There were a string of forts around here to guard the entrance to the estuary, the oldest of which dates from the 16th century. 
We left West Angle Bay car park on a good path along the edge of a grassy field. We noticed that a group of girls ahead of us were taking short cuts across the field where the main path led. But we stuck to the field edges on the official path and the one nearest the sea. We were rewarded with magnificent views across to St Ishmael's and St Ann's Head.
 
Colin was having trouble with one of his boots. We both bought new and expensive walking boots a few weeks ago. Mine have been 'walked-in' and are super-comfy. Colin's are too except that they rub on one ankle bone making it sore. I said that with use the leather would become more supple and it would cease to rub, but that didn't solve the immediate problem. Several times we had to stop while he adjusted a foam pad he had inserted. Later it ceased to rub as I had predicted, and he was comfortable.
 
We came to the westernmost point of our Walk and turned south. There was the scant remains of an old fort at the end, and some horses with very long manes were grazing.
 
Further on we came to a Second World War gun emplacement. Obviously the entrance to Milford Haven Harbour had to be very well defended in the past. 
We were about a mile into the Walk when I remarked to Colin that the notice on West Angle Bay beach had described this walk as “challenging”. But we hadn't found it to be challenging at all, in fact we were enjoying it very much.
I should have kept my big mouth shut! For next thing we came to a very deep cleft and the paths down and up were nigh on vertical. No steps had been cut in, yet it was as steep as a ladder! But we negotiated it without mishap — I used my poles and took it very slowly at my own pace.
 
We passed Sheep Island where there are a lot of very interesting rocks pushed up horizontally and vertically. A geologist's paradise!
 
We met a lot of walkers on the way going in both directions — everybody going in our direction was faster than us, but they were also much younger. A couple of men we met stopped for a chat. They were looking at a small flock of birds circling round and wondering if they were choughs. But they were too far away to identify. Later on they flew nearer and Colin said they had orange beaks, not red. I suggested they were youngsters, but then I know very little about birds.
 
These two gentlemen expressed concern about us 'oldies' walking on to Freshwater West. Did we know that the going was quite tough? We thanked them for their concern and assured them we had encountered worse in Scotland.
What we hadn't taken into account was the fact that walking in Scotland had been quite a few years back — twelve years since we did that epic Walk to Cape Wrath! We were much older now. We walked on full of confidence, blissfully unaware of what lay before us.
 
We turned a corner at the remains of an old lookout post, and very soon came across another deep cleft. This one was worse than the first with almost vertical sides and
no steps! For the much advertised Wales Coastal Path we thought this was bad. These clefts consumed us for the rest of the Walk — we lost count of how many there were (it turned out there were seven!) and each seemed to be steeper than the last. We were no longer enjoying our Walk.
We weren't the only ones having difficulties. One lady we met told us she had climbed out of one of the clefts on her hands and knees because she didn't feel safe!. Colin said that it was more like rock scrambling — except that the terrain was sandy with loose stones, hence quite unstable.
 
We were coping okay until the penultimate cleft. On my way down this one I slipped and fell. Fortunately we had moved off the 'path' into long grass beside it because there we felt we could get a better grip, but I didn't and fell headlong. I rolled a bit and wrenched my right thumb. I yelled into the grass which was in my face,
“I'm all right except for my thumb!” It must have looked drastic from Colin's point of view. I think I must have bent my thumb right backwards and it hurt like hell. I wasn't sure if I had broken it. But apart from that I was completely unhurt because of the soft grass.
 
There was nothing to be done but carry on, there was no other way out. I couldn't use my thumb for anything, but I found that by putting the palm of my hand on top of my walking pole I could actually use it — just about. My poles were essential for getting up and down those slopes.
 
We could see Freshwater West beach in the distance, it looked so near yet so far. It got very hot and we were both sweating like pigs!
(We don't do hot! The thought of spending a holiday sunbathing on a Mediterranean beach is our idea of hell!) At last there were no more clefts but a more gentle path down to the dunes. There we had a choice — either cross the dunes to the road or go straight down to the beach. We chose the beach, of course! It was firm sand and it was flat!
 
A mile of firm flat sand next to the rolling surf — what could be better? But we were both too tired, too hot, and I was in too much pain to enjoy it as we should. It was with relief that we reached the car park at the further end of the beach.
 
 
That ended Walk no.390, we shall pick up Walk no.391 next time at Freshwater West car park. It was ten to three, so the Walk had taken us five and a quarter hours. We bought delicious crab rolls from the mobile cafe there and ate them ravenously. Then we drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East. 
By the next day half my right hand had swelled and turned black. But I still think the thumb was only sprained, not broken. It's amazing the simple things I can't do. It would have helped if I was left-handed, but I'm not. 
I began questioning whether we are too old to continue with this Trek. Fit as we are, we can't get away from the fact that Colin will be 80 in less a year and I will be 77 before the year is out. We have both slowed up considerably. But we can't give it up now! Perhaps I'll feel better when my thumb has healed.

Monday, June 14, 2021

Walk 389 -- Angle to West Angle Bay

Ages: Colin was 79 years and 37 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 179 days. 
Weather: Sunny with a light breeze. Perfect! 
Location: Angle to West Angle Bay. 
Distance: 3 miles. 
Total distance: 3958 miles. 
Terrain: Stony track at first. Mostly grassy paths, many sheltered by hedges or trees. Slightly undulating. 
Tide: Out. 
Rivers: None. 
Ferries: None. 
Piers: None. 
Kissing gates: None. 
Pubs: None. 
‘Cadw’ properties: None. 
Ferris wheels: None. 
Diversions: None. 
How we got there and back: Yesterday we towed our caravan from home to Freshwater East. This afternoon we drove to West Angle Bay and parked. We then walked through the village to the church where we had finished our last Walk two years ago. 
At the end we came to our car parked at West Angle Bay. We drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East. 
 
Just before the church in Angle we took a stony track down to the marshlands at the western end of Angle Bay. Oh! It was so nice to be back continuing our Round-Britain-Walk! We both had a deep feeling of satisfaction. I put the camera on a wall and we took a delayed shutter shot of us both. 
We followed the stony track almost all the way to the end of Angle Bay until we turned west along the Pembroke River. The stones were not very comfortable to walk on in some places. We passed a wooden signpost pointing out where the footpaths are. One arm had a horse symbol on it pointing towards the marsh. I looked over to the marsh and there was a 'sort-of' path leading over the end of the bay, but I'm not sure I would have ridden a horse over it.
 
We had a 'fantastic' view (I don't think!) of Milford Haven oil terminal from the easternmost end of today's Walk before we turned west to walk along the southern bank of the Pembroke River.
The path skirted a field first, then it went through a gate and was sheltered by high hedges. Further on it was sheltered by trees with dappled sunlight shining through — it was delightful! We came to a place called Chapel Bay, but we saw no signs of a chapel there.
 
We were looking towards the other side of the river — it was four years ago when we walked there!
Such a lot of frustrations over that four years. Losing our car, our one and only means of transport, when Colin tried to drive it through a ford. We had to buy another car in a hurry because our village no longer has a bus service so we are 'trapped' if we haven't got a car. We could only afford to buy an old Ford Fiesta which has served us well but is too small to tow a caravan. Being hassled for a year over the last remnants of our mortgage despite the fact we had already paid back from our pensions well in excess of the £90,000 originally borrowed over a mere seven years and had never missed a monthly payment. Being caught up in the drone fiasco at Gatwick Airport and spending a miserable Christmas at home by ourselves instead of the fabulous Christmas we had been promised in Cyprus. Coming to terms with the sudden and unexpected death of our son-in-law who had a heart attack and died within a minute. (He was only 48) Our caravan being useless for touring because bits kept falling off it. (In the end we gave it away to someone who was willing to tow it away for free.) Then there was Covid 19 and a dream holiday in New Zealand was cancelled at the very last minute. (I still have the tickets!) The frustrations of Lockdowns one, two and three......
 
BUT: 
We are both healthy (if a lot older!), double-jabbed and raring to go! We spent the NZ money on a nearly-new caravan and we now run two cars. The mortgage is paid off so we don't have to penny-pinch anymore. Our daughter is coming to terms with a different way of life without her beloved husband. And we are back on the Grand Coastal Trek! No more gripes — look forward, and enjoy each day as it comes. 
We took a picture of the old fort in the Pembroke River which Colin had taken a picture of from the other side four years ago. Further on we passed a fort which was closed. We could see the guns and thought they looked Napoleonic in age. We subsequently found out the place was Victorian.
 
We reached
the westernmost point of today's Walk with views over to St Ann's Head. There was a fort there and some interesting rock formations.
We came to the one and only seat on the Walk, so we sat on it to admire the view.
I'm afraid I got out my mobile phone — (yes, I've become one of those!) The reason being (don't make excuses!) that I can't get a signal at the caravan site and I wanted to check a few things on the internet.
 
I was soon finished, so we walked down the easy path and track into West Angle Bay where our car was parked.
That ended Walk no.389, we shall pick up Walk no.390 next time at West Angle Bay. It was twenty past five, so the Walk had taken us two hours. We drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East.

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Walk 388 -- Hundleton to Angle

Ages: Colin was 77 years and 45 days. Rosemary was 74 years and 187 days. 
Weather: Sunny and warm. A slight cooling breeze when we could get out into the open. 
Location: Hundleton to Angle. 
Distance: 9 miles. 
Total distance: 3955 miles. 
Terrain: Grassy paths through fields and wooded dells. Rather more tarmac than we had bargained for. Undulating. 
Tide: Going out. 
Rivers: None. 
Ferries: None. 
Piers: None. 
Kissing gates: No.956 — just one! (All the rest of the many gates were kissless!) 
Pubs: None. 
‘Cadw’ properties: None. 
Ferris wheels: None. 
Diversions: None. 
How we got there and back: We were caravanning in Freshwater East. This morning we drove to Angle where we parked near the bus stop. We caught a bus to Hundleton. 
At the end we came into the village of Angle and walked towards the church where we finished the official Walk. We went on about a hundred yards to where our car was parked. We drove to the car park at Freshwater West where we had some biscuits and tea from our flask whilst looking at a beautiful view across the sands. Then we drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East. 
We had intended continuing the next day, but the monsoon-like weather returned and dictated otherwise. The following day we returned home, having completed only half the walking we had intended this trip. 
 
We started today's Walk on the lane just outside Hundleton where we finished the Walk last time. We got talking to to an old man in a motorised buggy who was walking his little tiny dog. He told us he used to hike all these local coastal paths, and all over Scotland too, but there was nothing to beat Pembrokeshire! He wished us well as he drove off. It's horrific to think we might be reduced to a motorised buggy like that as we get older and not be able to walk the coastal paths any more! 
Further along the lane we were passed by a lone lady hiker who had been on the bus. At the bus stop she had dashed off in the wrong direction, but must have realised her mistake and was now catching us up. She greeted us as she passed and we never saw her again. Everyone walks faster than us these days! 
After about half a mile of tarmac we were able to turn off into a wooded dell by a stream. This was a relief, not only to get off the tarmac but also to get into the shade, for the day was turning very hot. This was where we saw a huge bracket fungus high up on a tree. We have rarely seen one so big! Further up this lovely shady path we came to a wall which was just the right height to make a comfy seat. So we sat down and ate some chocolate because we felt like it. We were conjecturing about the origin of various ruined walls we could see about when Colin said, “

There's a lime kiln behind you!” And so there was — a deep pit half hidden by tall weeds. I could have fallen in!
 
We continued upwards out of the dell and over a hill. There were loads of wild flowers on the way, but I only stopped to take a picture of a foxglove which was hanging above my head. At the top a beautiful view across the river revealed itself.
 
We descended into another wooded dell which was rather lovely, but all this up and down was beginning to get to us. We  are each feeling our advanced years and wished we still had the strength and energy of our younger selves. 
Coming out of the second dell we gradually rose up and saw more fantastic views over the river
We passed a power station with its resident hum. It was well screened by bushes and trees, but that doesn't get rid of the noise. We were both getting very hot and tired, it was lunchtime and we needed a rest. We were looking out for something we could sit on in the shade, but the only log we found was in the blazing sun. Then we came to a road, which quite surprised us because no road appeared to be on the map. (Closer scrutiny later revealed a thin 'white' road leading to the power station.) There was a kerb there with a neat grass verge, so I sat down because it was in the shade. Colin joined me. It was not a bad place to stop, a total of one car passed while we were sat there eating our lunch.
 
Across the road we descended through a wood. Colin stopped to photograph a beetle, or somesuch, and we were caught up by a Welsh couple whom we had met on the bus. Only they had stayed on the bus all the way to Pembroke and had already walked back from there to Hundleton then caught us up. Shame on us! They went on, much faster than we were walking. 
We came to another road, and this time we did know it was there because it was clearly marked in yellow on our map. Down the end of this road is a six hundred year old church
We didn't go into the chuchyard, just photographed it from the gate — with the flaring chimneys of the oil refinery rising up twice as high behind it. The juxtaposition of new and old!
 
Next to the church we found a picnic area with tables etc — we could have had our lunch in there! (We always find the ideal spot soon after we have weathered an inferior one and moved on.) The roar of the oil refinery chimneys was very loud, and somewhat spoiled the atmosphere of a charming little corner. (We wondered whether the Vicar had to shout his sermon above the racket — if the church is still used.) 
From there it was up and up and up next to a barbed wire security fence. The roar from the oil refinery was loud in our ears as the view over the estuary to Milford Haven gradually revealed itself. Colin faffed around for ages photographing the flames at the top of the chimneys. While I was waiting for him the Welsh couple, previously mentioned, came into view. “
How did you get behind us?” I asked. “We stopped at the picnic site to have our lunch!” was their reply. (The hare and the tortoise?) They certainly seemed to have got themselves far more organised than us! Again they went ahead, walking much faster than we could.
 
We walked for about a mile along the top, the oil refinery with its loud roar to our left and views across the estuary to Milford Haven to our right. Cows and sheep were grazing up there. We could see mountains on the horizon behind Milford Haven and guessed they might be the Preseli Mountains. We could see water fountains playing over the jetties on the Milford Haven side of the estuary and wondered what their purpose was.
 
We descended into trees right down to beach level because we had to go underneath the pipes taking the oil from the tankers to the refinery. It was a steep climb up out of the other side, but the path stayed amongst trees which was much more pleasant than being out in the sun. We were both feeling the heat and were quite weary. We found a rock to sit on and ate some more chocolate because we felt like it.
 
Further on we met a group of people coming towards us. First was a woman with two dogs. Following her was a bare-chested man with one dog. And trudging along behind, wearing simple sandals, was a woman with no dog. None of them seemed to have extra coats, rucksacks or similar. The last woman asked me, “
Are we nearly at the castle yet?” “Which castle would that be?” I asked, racking my brain to think of a castle we had passed today. “Pembroke Castle!” she answered, “I keep hoping it will be just round the next corner!” “But that's miles away!” I blurted out, “at least five miles!” Her face dropped. “Probably more!” chipped in Colin, “and it's very up and down!” She hurried on to catch up with the others, and we wondered for the rest of the afternoon whether they ever got there.
Some people have no idea of maps, distances, or what hiking entails before they set out on a walk, and then they wonder why they get into trouble.
 
At Bullwell Bay we had to walk round a little inlet, but thankfully it was all on the level. Part way round we passed another lime kiln. There are so many of them around the coast in this area, it must have been big business in the old days.
 
We then cut away from the coast going uphill because the path cuts a corner of Angle Bay, missing out an old fort. The roar of the oil refinery was much less here because the hill was now in the way. Looking back there was a fine view of the estuary, and I decided to take a picture of Colin with that behind him.
But he was bent down taking a picture of a caterpillar, and before he stood up a group of hikers coming the other way had caught up with me and got in the way. They all stopped further down the path to watch an Irish Ferries ship sail through the view — so that is the picture I took, not at all like the picture I had originally intended.
 
These hikers told us that further up the path was a “funny kind of barrier” which blocked the way. They had taken a detour all round the fort in order to get past, but it was”a bit of a long way round”. Oh no! That's all I need when I am so tired and weary! As a parting shot one of the men said, “We couldn't see a reason for the barriers, I expect you can ignore them though you'll have to climb over them!” I'm not very good at climbing over things with my stiff back and metal knees, so we continued in some trepidation.
 
We could see the fort to our right, and soon we came to a road and the barriers. They were obviously only for traffic, not pedestrians, and were easily moved aside. We got past without any climbing. Halfway down the barred off road was a fractured culvert which had obviously been replaced. The concrete over it was still setting, so that was why they didn't want cars going down there. We were able to step over it without touching. People panic too much about such things and don't stop to ask, “Why?” I was very glad we didn't have to detour round the fort. 
We were now in Angle Bay, and rather disappointed. From the map we thought we would be walking a path along the top of the beach looking at the bay. Instead we were on a tarmac road between hedges for over a mile! There was hardly any traffic, but we didn't relish walking along a boring tarmac road towards the oil refinery once again. The roaring noise was getting louder too. I found my walking poles useful for power-walking, to get this boring part of the Walk over as soon as possible.
 
Where the road at last turned away from the beach there was a car park — well, a space for three cars. I had earmarked that spot for our last rest and chocolate. I was hoping for a seat there but there were none, so we sat on a stone.
 
The path led on, and it really was a path this time, along the top of the beach all round the bay. Colin was keen to walk on the beach instead, and I stupidly followed him. It was OK for a bit but not marvellous. Then it got stony, slippery and sinky. We couldn't get back up on to the proper path because there was a sheer wall. Colin said, “There's a slipway over there, we'll get up there.” It wasn't a slipway, it was a piped stream outlet. 
I climbed up that!
We carried on slipping and sliding. There was a break in the wall with natural rocks instead of bricks. This looked a possibility. There were 'sort-of'' steps in the rock, then an earth cliff which we could dig into — at least that was the theory. Colin had to haul me up because I hadn't the strength to pull myself up. The final straw was an electric fence. We both got two belts off it before I sat down and rolled underneath. And I got stung in the process. Then I couldn't get up — my legs are not strong enough to push me up and I cannot kneel on my artificial knees. Colin had to haul me up to standing.
Really, we are too old for such high jinks! Colin did admit that walking on the beach today was not one of his best ideas.
 
We still had about a mile to go and it seemed interminable. We walked through field after field, all with a pair of gates at each end — and none of the gates were kissing gates! Between one of the pairs of gates was another lime kiln, the third we passed on today's Walk.
 
The last bit of the Walk, into Angle, was through trees and it was rather pleasant.
The path turned into a tarmac drive, but we walked on the grass at the side.
There were pictures of birds and animals on the signposts, in the fields and on trees.
It was like a child's fairyland.
 
We met an old lady who was local, and she asked us about our Walk. She said the local bus driver was very good, he even stops at the public toilets and waits for anyone who wants to go! (Now that's my kind of bus driver!) 
Later she came back and stopped to chat again. She said she had met a man who planned to walk the entire Pembrokeshire Coast Path in 72 hours so he could claim the 'record'. I said he must be a nutcase. She strode off, faster than we could walk.
 
At last we came into the village of Angle. A car slowed down and a woman called out from its window, “I think we all deserve a beer!” It was the Welsh couple who had walked from Pembroke and passed us twice — only they had also walked on to West Angle Bay where they had parked their car. We came to the village church.
 
 
That ended Walk no.388, we shall pick up Walk no.389 next time at the village church in Angle. It was ten to six, so the Walk had taken us seven and three quarter hours. We went on about a hundred yards to where our car was parked. We drove to the car park at Freshwater West where we had some biscuits and tea from our flask whilst looking at a beautiful view across the sands. Then we drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East. 
Are we getting too old to continue the Round Britain Walk? Today's Walk was only nine miles, the terrain was quite kind, but we're both knackered! 
We had intended continuing the next day, but the monsoon-like weather returned and dictated otherwise. The following day we returned home, having completed only half the walking we had intended this trip.