Well how did I get down here? How long since my last post? I truly am a bad blogger. My last blog was at the most north westerly point in Britain heading south and now I have walked most of North Wales.
Can I summarise this? Um…..
Scotland was taken care of with the help of my campervan, Denise, Her full name being Denise Van Camper. Hurricane Ophelia turned out to be more hot air in the media than fast moving air in Western Scotland. I jumped onto Skye for a day and then jumped back to the mainland. I then reached the most Westerly point of mainland Britain, Ardnamurchan. From here I reached Oban and then had a wee break, vowing to do the Mull of Kintyre at a later date when Paul McCartney and a hundred Bagpipers were free.
In the summer months I had already walked from Greenock to Barrow In Furness so after my wee break, I went back to Barrow to carry on heading south. Cumbria followed by Lancashire brought me to one of my favourite walks of the journey – Fleetwood to Lytham taking in Blackpool on a glorious blue sky day. Next was a few tedious, drizzly duel carriageway days but the reward was lovely Liverpool and a ferry across the Mersey.
Hayley, BHF fundraising manager covering the Wirral joined me on the Wirral and managed to walked 4-5 miles dressed as Hearty.
As I crossed the border into Wales, my Welsh accent improved from Abysmal to Awful and I am hopeful that, should I get out of Wales alive, my accent might have reached the dizzy heights of satisfactory. I look every dog walker (and their dog) in the eyes and say “Bore da”. Most laugh, some look away and a few have muttered encouragement to me in Welsh. Well, I am guessing its encouragement!
A stiff headwind and plummeting temperatures made the North Wales coastline cold to walk along. The sheep here are not scared of a strange man in a red cap singing to them. In fact, they seem a hard audience to please.
The Wales coast path is fairly well signposted though I did go wrong one day and ended up walking through a posh estate with posh grounds and posh sheep. Feeling slightly out of place, I made an error clambering over a locked gate and with four sheep looking on I fell off and landed on my back. Nothing was broken and I walked off rather gingerly to the sounds of the sheep laughing at me.
Since arriving in Wales, I have walked through Flint, Rhyll, Colwyn Bay, Llandudno, Penmaenmawr, Bangor and Caernafon and now find myself in Trefor.
2568 miles walked. 171 days walked. Ave 15 miles a day. £8005 raised.
Apologies for not updating this blog. I do post pictures and mutterings on facebook. www.facebook.com/atrailoftwohearts