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Oh man, big walk today. Super tough. Just shy of eight hours. Alex and Alex started out at 10:00 or later, which is totally nuts because, as you know, it gets hotter by the hour, but that is how they roll. It is 6:05 and they have not yet arrived.
I am leaving a description of the walk, its highs and lows to Alex and Alex, so head over to alexandalexacrossamerica.wordpress.com I am just too plum tuckered out to pass on any more than a few highlights. It was beautiful, that much I will say.
It did not rain!
Uh-oh! Deceased sheep. (I hope it was not Wilbur's Maaaaaaama)
Mushrooms that look like golf balls:
A busy day! As the advance team, I left early to explore the Mortimer Trail, a route I/we wanted to take tomorrow to Presteigne. It looks promising!
A bunch of ovines (OK so it is an adjective here being used as a noun because I cannot resist; you know, ovine/bovine, such great words ) who were lazing on the path until my coming along scared them away.
The question is: where was the pool in this B and B?
The heat was on big-time today because this was the day I was meeting up with Alex and Alex. They were coming from London by train and taxi and I from Hay, some 15 miles distant, on foot! We had planned to meet at about 1:30 in Kington and then to take a taxi to the Westonbury Mill Water Gardens. I walked as fast as I could. It was a gorgeous walk, well marked, but demanding none the less. Due to the challenge of the race and the pressure of arriving on time, I could not dilly dally to take many photos, could I!
But for these guys, yes, they were guys (some were standing up) I had to stop:Field and sky:
The thing about these scenes is that no only are you looking at them, you are within them.
This gate would not be opened; I ended up knocking it down:
A trio of trees on Hergest Ridge
Nothing was going to stop me. I arrived at 12:45:
Alex and Alex rolled up at 1:40, we got into the taxi that they had taken from Hereford and off we went to the Gardens!
For the garden adventure, I turn you over to alexandalexacrossamerica.wordpress.com Their narrative will be educative and entertaining and their photos excellent.
p.s. Alex just told me that I should not spell style, as in gate with a y, so I won't any more!!
Perhaps you know or maybe you don't that Hay on Wye is a major book capitol in the world.
Its twin is kind of far away:
Hay is a cutsie town that does not have a fruit/vegetable store and only one mediocre grocery a half mile out of town (see expulsion from which in yesterday's post). But it does have lots of things having to do with books, including this clever book shelf-store sign:
Ewe would expect this store to specialize in fine, wool items:
But it really didn't.
There are artsy stores:
And a candle shop; no Shabbat candles (but you could make do so long as the tapers burned the requisite number of hours):
I got a good view of all the shoppes because I took a tour about town at about 7:00 a.m.
This was essentially a rest day, because, as I said, I was plum tuckered out by the demands of recent days and even though there are some gorgeous walks around here in the mountains, I just needed to refuel, so I opted for about thirteen miles of easy river walking.
The first river walk might have followed the river, but you'd never know, except for this little crossing,
which I think was not the Wye at all but just a little stream.
The walk was mostly through grazing fields.
and fields of growing things like this pea or peapod field:
I nibbled a couple of the peapods and they were quite tasty. Just a couple!!
As I approached a style, out of nowhere a bunch of cows started toward me:
Then they conferred:
But I was safely on the other side of the style by then.
The second walk WAS by the river. Even though it was only about 61degrees and quite windy, there were kids playing in the water:
I do feel kind of bad that I did not do part of the ODP walk I skipped—I was thinking of fourteen miles: seven out and seven back, but that would have been all uphill one way and all downhill the other, so the river won out. By tomorrow, all will be forgotten!