To pronounce Clun, you rhyme it with with glum, not gloom . Now you know! But before a few comments on today's walk, which will still be covered in more detail at alexandalexacrossamerica.wordpress.com I must return to the 27th and my nightmare walk to Presteigne, you remember, the one with the five mangy mongrel barking canines What must be documented is the fact that it took two full, entire rolls of toilet paper to sop up the water in my boots! That is how much water poured in from the overgrowth.
Today the walk from Knighton to Clun was divided into three parts: challenging, easy, and deadly dull.
But c'mon, is the scenery gorgeous, or what!
What the danger was was not stated:
A sweet rickety bridge:
The somewhat challenging, but not terrible part was the first section, the easy part of the walk was a long farm track. The deadly dull stretch of some 3.5 miles was the road from Offa's Dyke to Clun. Seemingly never ending, Why didn't i listen to a podcast...or two or three? That was so stupid!
Alex and Alex arrived in Clun just before the Post Card Cafe—one of two cafes in town—closed, so they were able to sit down, have a drink, and something to eat before heading over to the White Horse Hotel (Inn?) where we were staying. They loved the place because it had air conditioning. I did not love the place because it was kind of a dump, only tonight and for the next two nights, we are in an even bigger dump, The Royal Oak in Welshpool.
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