After a nice breakfast at the Airbnb, we retraced our steps of yesterday back down to the golf course to walk through the Pembrey Burrows sand dunes. After about an hour's walking, we stopped at the Visitor Centre for coffee. Interesting place with it's own dry ski slope and toboggan run. As we made our way back to the beach we passed a karate dojo going on to the sands to practise. There was a long walk of a few miles along the beach before we turned up in to and walked through Pembrey Forest. The views across the sea were splendid, lovely silvery-grey giving the estuary an ethereal quality. Just before we turned off into the forest we met Chris, chairman and general factotum of the Parakart Association, which also organises the national tour which includes races in Scotland, England and Wales. Chris was laying out a race track for that day. It sounded a really fun sport and we had a long and interesting conversation with Chris.
The route cuts inland at the forest to go round a firing range. We had along walk on a hard track / metalled road heading for the village of Kidwelly. We could hear the sounds of go-karts or racing cars from the direction of the motor sport centre in the trees but never saw them. We walked a section of seawall, passing a herd of well behaved heifers on the way. In the village of Kidwelly we went to the graveyard of an old church to successfully search for the grave of ancestors of my young brother's friend in Australia. We stopped here for lunch in Thyme for Tea.
For most of the day we walked in bright sunshine, which made the few climbs we had a warm experience. We left Kidwelly with a short walk on a seawall before commencing a long, hot slog on roads, having to stop and step off the road to let cars pass with great regularity. Despite the short miles, we were glad to reach our destination, if only to be out of the heat. Our campsite was much larger than we expected and not so informal as we had hoped. There was an even larger camp next door where we were able to resupply before making dinner. Later, we lay back and watched the sun set behind the hills. For my young brother, James, it was his first day on the coastal trail in the UK for a very long time and, before the aches and pains set in, it seems to have been a positive experience.
The route cuts inland at the forest to go round a firing range. We had along walk on a hard track / metalled road heading for the village of Kidwelly. We could hear the sounds of go-karts or racing cars from the direction of the motor sport centre in the trees but never saw them. We walked a section of seawall, passing a herd of well behaved heifers on the way. In the village of Kidwelly we went to the graveyard of an old church to successfully search for the grave of ancestors of my young brother's friend in Australia. We stopped here for lunch in Thyme for Tea.
For most of the day we walked in bright sunshine, which made the few climbs we had a warm experience. We left Kidwelly with a short walk on a seawall before commencing a long, hot slog on roads, having to stop and step off the road to let cars pass with great regularity. Despite the short miles, we were glad to reach our destination, if only to be out of the heat. Our campsite was much larger than we expected and not so informal as we had hoped. There was an even larger camp next door where we were able to resupply before making dinner. Later, we lay back and watched the sun set behind the hills. For my young brother, James, it was his first day on the coastal trail in the UK for a very long time and, before the aches and pains set in, it seems to have been a positive experience.