Return to home comforts.

 After I updated yesterday’s blog, I walked a further couple of miles, until I could walk no more! I found what I thought was a lovely isolated spot to camp. I waited until 7pm then pitched the tent. No sooner had I done so, than it started raining. As I was climbing inside the tent, a lady walked past with her dogs ( she had the look of a local, rather than a tourist). I then heard the barking of other dogs and raised voices. It turned out that my isolated spot was less than a quarter of a mile away from a farmhouse! Luckily, I had hidden the tent behind some bales and couldn’t be seen until you were right on top of me. However, it meant that I had to keep movement and noise down to a minimum in case farmer Jones should ask me to leave, because I just didn’t have the energy to carry on! 

I had a fitful night’s sleep because we had lots of heavy showers overnight, hammering on the tent fly sheet. There was also an occasional drip of water coming through and hitting me on the head! 

I got up at daylight and had a tea and a naff quick heat porridge, then packed up before I was spotted by anyone. The tent was soaking wet, but there was no chance of drying it out as it was quite murky. 

The path went through a lot of long wet grass, which soaked my boots! Eventually, the water made its way inside making it quite unpleasant to walk in. 

I walked to Abereiddy, by which time my feet were starting to feel the effects of being wet. There was a bus stop there, but the timetable was out of date and there was no phone signal. I went to the loo on the beach and just as I was coming out, I saw the bus disappear into the distance!  £€$¥*+%!

I carried on to Porthgain, where there was quite a pretty harbour.

I popped into the pub, which the guidebook said was the best one on the coast path. Even though it was only 10:15, they still knocked me up a bacon butty.

I decided on the spot, that I just couldn’t face another soggy night in the tent. I asked about any local B&B’s, but there weren’t any within a short distance. A quick check of the forecast made my mind up for me and I decided to end the walk, as I didn’t want to finish on a sour note. I got a taxi to Haverfordwest and started the slow train journey home. Initially it was a nice quiet carriage, but lots of blokes got on at Swansea (12:00) and immediately began throwing alcohol down their necks as if prohibition started in a couple of hours! I was glad to swap trains at Cardiff, before a fight broke out! 

I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Pembrokeshire and would come back again. I began this holiday with no real destination in mind or strict time limit (other than no more than 10 days). So, having made it to 9 days, I feel as if I have accomplished what I set out to achieve, to a degree. I have gained valuable experience for future adventures! 

I walked roughly 70 miles, which doesn’t sound that much, but took some doing with 40+ lbs on my back! 

Thanks for reading and keep an eye out for a long no to the video highlights ( once I’ve edited them)!