Friday, September 24, 2010

Hiking in Wales

During World War II, my mother served in the Women's Land Army in Britain. She and her sister were indicted on farms in the area of Wales in Welsh farmers went to work fighting the war. She told me it was dirty, hard work, but then his eyes would shine a bit 'more, and she smiled and said: "... of course, Wales is the most beautiful country in the world."

One night, when my wife saw Juno from Netflix, I started doing research on Google. IGoogle started on my mother's life without much reflection "Walking in Wales." I was, like many vendors here to help you design and build a walk in Wales by surprise. I was recently retired, four months turning sixty-four years after a heart operation. I was looking for some excitement, and the more I read about Wales, the more exciting the idea of a walk through the Welsh countryside was for me.

Pembrookshire Path

Since we werewill be in Scotland for the summer, has seen a side trip to Wales to be easy. There are a lot of walking options in Wales. In general, the north is more rugged than the south. I started in the south and came Pembrookshire Coastal Path, a Welsh National Park. The actual distance is 143 miles long, and they say that if you're fit, you can do in 12-14 days. If you're really in shape, it can be done in 10-11 days. Runs along the south coast of Wales, north along the westernEdge. Jean asked if the way to gain access and had to go, and when I found out that he did, have suggested that about half of that length could be better. And so we found a great distance from the North St. David's to St. Dogmaels. It is 61.2 miles and can be easily carried out in six days. A short walk north, we had the additional advantage that the wind on his back, his being a very good for us. I took my equipment and we booked for the third week of July.

Over the last twoWeeks in Scotland, I checked the BBC weather reports every night. And every night the weather conditions and forecasts in Wales were the same. Rain, wind and more rain. It 'was like a wet examined six days before us. But we were obliged to pay, had our equipment in advance, and did not seem all that we could do more, so we moved our rain suits from our golf bags to our pack.

On July 12 we flew from Glasgow to Cardiff and came in bright sunshine. OurDriver was upset because he had not seen the sun in three weeks. We spent Saturday night in St. David, and visited the historic St. David's Cathedral, before the spring. On Sunday morning, as instructed, we went to St. David's City Hall, clock 09:00 when walking a small coastal town called our shuttle bus to take us to come Strumble a boat house on the beach in St. Justinian, the point departure. It 'was a fine mist into the air. Do not mix, but just enough to break the fog, therain clothes. In two hours the rain clothes were back in the pack and the day was bright and sunny. This was our model forecast for the next six days.

The way Pembrookshire is good with contributions shows a symbol of the acorn. Additional glans often contained a second icon that is attacked by a man off a cliff, which I think is there to remind hikers to respect. Most of the walk along the cliffs are sheer drops of up to 400 meters from the sea. Our supplierprepared us well. We had a great leader of two children, hikers and professional writers to write to go. They were detailed notes with their hand-drawn maps that are provided very detailed. Their hand-drawn maps were the perfect complement to the official map of the coast that we were also provided.

How is it?

The walk? Well, it's a bit 'more robust. "Walking, climbing over rocks and hiking up and down a hill mass" might be a better description. Some ofthe ups and downs are quite steep. We walked through the farmers' fields, on paved roads through small villages and along the edge of the cliff. We had the constant companionship of the sheep, wild goats, horses and cows. The only time I was really afraid, the last day when we crossed our last mountain in St. Dogmaels. If you saw the British Open this summer, remember to be 50 miles per hour gusts of wind along the British coast on Saturday had. Because these winds were screaming, wewere two feet wide along a path, and only a few meters from a drop of 400 feet down a wall of slate rock walk. The pint at the end of this trip was without doubt the best of the trip.

Along the way we met many interesting people. These are not organized walks. You are alone and go at their own pace. But we were constantly passing to walk in the opposite direction, or for us in the north. It seemed that every time I stopped breathing after aparticularly steep hill, a boy looks at 80 years relief would come through with a "Good morning. Nice day for a walk, right?" In an attack in the city of Newport, we shared a piece of banana bread with one-twenty-year-old woman from Slovenia. You must have had 50 pounds on his back when he was camping and cooking on the road. He said it was an average of 15 miles per day, which we had no trouble believing, as we have just seen off a steep hill.

We went overeight hours a day and spent every night in a bed and breakfast organized by our suppliers, which also showed every morning our luggage from one B & B to the next. Some of the most interesting people we met were people who owned and operated the B & B's. Many of them were young had left the middle-aged English people to buy the treadmill from London and running a B & B in Wales.

Words of wisdom

The best advice we got from our path in this way:

1. Buy a good low-cutWalking shoes and start them breaking in at least four weeks before the tour.

2. Walk of 6 miles a day four times a week at least one month in advance of your foot.

3. Buy a stick right path.

But the best advice I was ever discovered on the first page of the guide. "Take your time. Stop to admire the view. Photography. Not as much as it is concentrated today."

We followed this suggestion and appreciated our way because of it. I told my friends,I'm glad I did and I'm glad it's over. But I loved him and now I can smile, nod my head and my mother when she said: "Wales is the most beautiful country in the world."

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