We were supposed to be camping last night right up until we shared tea with wonderful owner of the farm, Teresa, then suddenly it was B&B. However it happened, we enjoyed it and woke refreshed and ready for the road. Making our way back down to the beach, Aber Bach, we set off to walk to and round Strumble Head. Before we could make good progress there was the little problem of a mountain called Garn Fawr to go round. Both the mountain and the headland proved to be elusive, two of those geographical features that always seem close, but never never seem to be any closer no matter how far you walk.
From early on it was very warm and as the day moved on it became even hotter. The walking was difficult on a stony, narrow path. The kind that calls for you to keep watching your feet at the expense of seeing the scenery. I don't know what it is about narrow paths, but the narrower they are the more unsteady I feel. Walking in heavy German-made boots I am already slightly clumsy in my foot placement and the narrow paths exaggerate the effect. Throw in long grass and weeds and I can be virtually staggering at times.
Theresa had made us packed lunches and shortly after Strumble Lighthouse we stopped and brewed up at the small bird / dolphin observation hut are we are and rested from the hear fir half an hour. The western edge of St Dad Peninsula is quite isolated and there was little in the way of services between our departure and arrival point.
The coastal views were dramatic and the fertile farmland on the headland a wonderful jigsaw of colour and texture. As well As butterflies, there were lots of little gaily coloured and patterned moths, no bigger than an old tanner. There was yellow with black spots, pure sky blue and little gems with a kind of deep russet with black edging and spots. Their colour, size and wonderful detail made them just exquisite.
This was a hard day's walking in hot conditions and by the time we reached Goodwick, next to Fishguard, we were ready to order a taxi for the last mile, with a promise to walk it tomorrow on our day off. Fortunately, we were saved from our own stupidity by the fact we couldn't even order a taxi. Eventually, after resting at the science centre we finally walked in to Fishguard to finish the day.
From early on it was very warm and as the day moved on it became even hotter. The walking was difficult on a stony, narrow path. The kind that calls for you to keep watching your feet at the expense of seeing the scenery. I don't know what it is about narrow paths, but the narrower they are the more unsteady I feel. Walking in heavy German-made boots I am already slightly clumsy in my foot placement and the narrow paths exaggerate the effect. Throw in long grass and weeds and I can be virtually staggering at times.
Theresa had made us packed lunches and shortly after Strumble Lighthouse we stopped and brewed up at the small bird / dolphin observation hut are we are and rested from the hear fir half an hour. The western edge of St Dad Peninsula is quite isolated and there was little in the way of services between our departure and arrival point.
The coastal views were dramatic and the fertile farmland on the headland a wonderful jigsaw of colour and texture. As well As butterflies, there were lots of little gaily coloured and patterned moths, no bigger than an old tanner. There was yellow with black spots, pure sky blue and little gems with a kind of deep russet with black edging and spots. Their colour, size and wonderful detail made them just exquisite.
This was a hard day's walking in hot conditions and by the time we reached Goodwick, next to Fishguard, we were ready to order a taxi for the last mile, with a promise to walk it tomorrow on our day off. Fortunately, we were saved from our own stupidity by the fact we couldn't even order a taxi. Eventually, after resting at the science centre we finally walked in to Fishguard to finish the day.