Day Three
Some days you are better not knowing what lies in store for you. The Fates have a habit of weaving their own destiny for you despite all of your clever planning. Sometimes, it's better not to know what is in store, or else you would just pack up and go home. Today was such a day.
The problems started a couple of days ago which was when we first found out the ferry to take us across the River Towy was out the water. We did not have the time to walk up and down the river, but eventually figured out we could take a train up one side and taxi down the other. That meant we would still walk the planned route and miles, walking from Tanylan to Ferryside, train, taxi and pick up the walk where the ferry would have dropped us but Manchester than planned. So far, so good.
This morning, however, as we were packing up one of the tent poles snapped and in doing so, ripped the pole sheath such that it was beyond repair. Fortunately, we located a camping shop in Carmarthen and were able to purchase a new tent and recycle the old one. By the time we had taken a taxi back down the other side of the River Towy, it was 11.00am and we still had at least twelve or thirteen miles to walk.
It was another warm day when you were out of the wind, but when you were walking in to it, you could feel the bitter cold. Walking across country between the Rivers Towy and Taf, was a lovely countryside walk with pretty, gentle scenery and beautiful wild flowers everywhere you looked. Cutting up from Pentowyn, it was a mixture of wild, rough, field walking, interspersed with miles of road. At Pilgrim's Rest, were able to use a public footpath on a track at the side of the fields and save ourselves a mile of road walking.
We crossed a tributary of the River Taf at the bridge by Pont-ddu, where we had another section of road for more than a mile. It had been our intention to pick up another footpath just below Lanfro but hot and tired, we missed it / walked past it, and left ourselves a hard walk uphill through fields of long, rough grass. From the brow of the hill we dropped down in to the village of St.Clears where we hoped to take a footpath to the far side of the village to our accommodation, only to be informed there had been a landslip and the route was closed. Fortunately, we were pointed to an alternative and so, as it turned out, avoided a longer trip round by road.
The walk to our accommodation seemed to take an hour, but when repeated the next morning took about fifteen minutes. Tired and weary after a long and troublesome day we were more than relieved to see the back of the day.
Some days you are better not knowing what lies in store for you. The Fates have a habit of weaving their own destiny for you despite all of your clever planning. Sometimes, it's better not to know what is in store, or else you would just pack up and go home. Today was such a day.
The problems started a couple of days ago which was when we first found out the ferry to take us across the River Towy was out the water. We did not have the time to walk up and down the river, but eventually figured out we could take a train up one side and taxi down the other. That meant we would still walk the planned route and miles, walking from Tanylan to Ferryside, train, taxi and pick up the walk where the ferry would have dropped us but Manchester than planned. So far, so good.
This morning, however, as we were packing up one of the tent poles snapped and in doing so, ripped the pole sheath such that it was beyond repair. Fortunately, we located a camping shop in Carmarthen and were able to purchase a new tent and recycle the old one. By the time we had taken a taxi back down the other side of the River Towy, it was 11.00am and we still had at least twelve or thirteen miles to walk.
It was another warm day when you were out of the wind, but when you were walking in to it, you could feel the bitter cold. Walking across country between the Rivers Towy and Taf, was a lovely countryside walk with pretty, gentle scenery and beautiful wild flowers everywhere you looked. Cutting up from Pentowyn, it was a mixture of wild, rough, field walking, interspersed with miles of road. At Pilgrim's Rest, were able to use a public footpath on a track at the side of the fields and save ourselves a mile of road walking.
We crossed a tributary of the River Taf at the bridge by Pont-ddu, where we had another section of road for more than a mile. It had been our intention to pick up another footpath just below Lanfro but hot and tired, we missed it / walked past it, and left ourselves a hard walk uphill through fields of long, rough grass. From the brow of the hill we dropped down in to the village of St.Clears where we hoped to take a footpath to the far side of the village to our accommodation, only to be informed there had been a landslip and the route was closed. Fortunately, we were pointed to an alternative and so, as it turned out, avoided a longer trip round by road.
The walk to our accommodation seemed to take an hour, but when repeated the next morning took about fifteen minutes. Tired and weary after a long and troublesome day we were more than relieved to see the back of the day.