This is Mwnt, a special hill. While it is on the path, it is not part of the route, so climbing it is optional. I opted not to. Not that it would have taken all that long, but already it had been on with the poncho and off with the poncho, and on with the rain pants and off with the rain pants (they stayed off; the gaiters (orange, would you believe) stayed on. Every time you go through this routine, it is also off with the pack and on with the pack and the bottom your T shirt gets hung up somewhere, and it was only about I don't know about 10:00 a.m. and you have gone through the sequence about three times already because the "showers, less frequent than yesterday" (less turned out to be more) that were predicted for noon started at 7:45. So I looked and thought, "My, that is a special hill," and continued on. Oh, and just to add to the gear kvetch, I wore my lightweight Hokas today, which were soaked through by 8:00 a.m.
Walked through a big wheat(?) field, happy to have my silly orange gaiters on because otherwise you get all manner of prickly morsels in your socks:
Walked through an endless corn field whose path was the space between two rows of corn, and the corn was over six feet tall. That segment was a bit disconcerting:
Lest you think this is a pharmacy with many different coloured pills and capsules, think no longer. It is a candy shoppe in Cardigan. Aside from many sweets in display cases and packages of candy and all sorts of fun candy items, they have between 600-700 jars of candy. I asked the lady how they categorize them and she said by type. So all the fudge is together and all the hard candies, all the caramels, all the toffees, and so on. Unfortunately, the store was busy, no surprise there, so I could query the lady no longer.
Tonight's stay in St Dogmaels marks the end of the Ceredigion Path and tomorrow, the start of the Pembrokeshire path. A long hard day awaits; the weather predicted to be cranky.
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