Sorry for the gap in posting. Wi-fi is not always easy to access in Wales and, to be honest, for the short amount of time it was available yesterday I was too exhausted to write.
We finished our Pembrokeshire Coast walk yesterday afternoon. I don't think there is anything I can say about Day 5 that won't sound like I am grossly exaggerating what we experienced. Wind. Rain. Treacherously slippery climbs. Up and down and back up again. This is the very sobering sign that greeted us as we headed out.
Here are Kath and Melissa as we started out.
Once we got to the top of the hill and rounded the corner to get on the path things got ugly.
I was more scared than I have been in a long time. Honestly, maybe more scared than I have ever been in my life. Which, like I said at the start of this post, makes it sound like I am exaggerating. I'm not. At one point all I had running through my mind was visions of sliding on the steep, muddy path and going over the edge. I knew I had to get a grip, so tried to focus on the yarn I plan to buy when I get to Shetland. Then I tried to think of all the projects I wanted to knit with the yarn. And that's when I knew I was on the edge. I couldn't picture a single one.
There were times I wanted to cry. There were times I was so scared and exhausted I wanted to stop and not take another step. It poured rain for hours, and when the rain stopped the wild wind started. For sixteen miles. But I kept going, only because there was no choice. I can honestly say I am so glad I got to see the coast of Wales, and the first four days were a wonderful experience. But that final day was awful. I hate being afraid.
Melissa is now on her way back home, and Kath and I are spending the next couple of days touring Wales with my good friends John and Gill, who were kind enough to drive over from England and pick us up. It feels like a luxury to be driven from place to place, to be warm and dry, and most important of all, to not be scared.
Here we are, putting our feet up at our B&B at the end of the journey. Kath had already stripped off her rain pants which, judging by the shape her beige pants were in, worked incredibly well.