6:30 taxi from Porthcawl to Southerndown where the mostly pleasant walk to Gileston began. The first sight, a surprise, was a walled garden just off the path, but it was so cold, dark grey, and rainy that meandering through garden paths was not enticing, so after a peek inside, the sight remained unseen.
Doesn't this gate say "NYC subway?"
View after walking short, steep treacherous path:
Big field dotted with sheep:
You should know that walking through sheep fields is preferable to walking through cow fields. There is less poop and the sheep do not stampede toward you.
A pair of fog horns:
And a functioning lighthouse:
Now this tree limb overhanging the path did no harm because HAT was in backpack due to rain:
This sign was remarkable for existing, the signage today being, shall we say, scant. But it is hardly inviting or encouraging:
Cliffs:
A fossil!
Enormous field of je ne sais pas..... (turnips?):
These corn plants: straight out of Pharaoh's dream:
It is not at all helpful when someone vandalizes signage:
After enough already of walking on these stones....
I espied this little sign (now righted) pushed into the bushes:
Despite the signage issues, arrived at the Hay Loft in Gileston, a most adorable cottage:
Up these stairs to the loft where the bed is:
Did not take long to get the laundry out to dry:
Was hoping to cook a nice little dinner in the cute little kitchen, but the local "store" had the most miserable selection of food. It specializes in chips, soda, alcohol, and packaged sweets. Still, it was nice to eat at a table, with food on a real plate, using proper cutlery. Rhodri, the owner, said that tomorrow he would drop off a couple of eggs—he has chickens—so there will be an omelette for dinner!
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