Cwm to Knighton
13.60 miles plus 2
8.5 hours
I RESCUED A SHEEP!!
Realized a sheep kept crying over by the fence as I climbed up the steep slope. At first I thought it was calling for its mother. As I got closer realized its head was stuck between two separate wire fences. Walked up to it. Poor little thing became frantic. Stroked its head and talked gently to it, then began trying to pull the wires apart and push the fuzzy head backwards. Success! Sheep ran off. Lois wished she had captured it on film. Had been wanting to touch a sheep all this time. Now it happened as a rescue mission. Very special moment.
Not my sheep.
Lynne, my hostess at Oakley B&B.
Offa's Dyke
Knighton once again. This time at the Horse and Jockey Inn, rather than the George and Dragon (interesting names here). Half way back to Chepstow. Permanently put away another map that has been used twice.
Half way down a steep hill and once at the bottom it was necessary to go straight up the other side. Saint John the Baptist church was down in the valley - Dingle.
Saint John The Baptist church in Churchtown.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment to reflect back and realize how far the feet have traveled, all the people and landscapes encountered. Now just the last stretch ahead of - A Good Week's Walking On One Map.
use as placemats or hot plates. Some have been slate, but most are decorative. Example was yesterday's photo of the dogs on the placemat.
In talking with Lynne last night I learned she always serves food on plates that have been heated to keep the food warm. When I said that in America we never heat the plates she was really surprised. The only times I remember food being presented on hot plates would have been at Steak Houses where the meat and potatoes would arrive on a sizzling metal platter nestled on a wooden base, or plastic.
Dingle = bottom dip in a ravine, or a low area.
Visited lots of extra sheep in mistaken routes across pastures today. Frustrating. Tiring.
One of the Moo Maidens lost her earrings.
Met a Springer Spaniel named Molly who was scared to death of me. She ran off away from her owner and back down the trail. And as I continued down the trail, poor Molly ran further and further away. Finally she was able to make a wide circle around me and dash back up the trail to her owner.
Poor little bird couldn't figure out what to do. Just sat there looking at me.
Opposite of going up an extremely steep hill where the calf muscles are stretched to the max is the downhill. Straight down is where it feels like the ankle is arched as it would to be on pointe. And of course the toes were crunched in the toe area of the boots. But I know, not as crunched as toes on pointe.
Tried to take a photo of the foot angle on the hill.
Dead bird child.
Oops, none of these trail markings were the correct one for this person. Spent 25 minutes going the wrong way and returning to where the mistake had been made.
DONE!!!
Baby in a buggy by the river edge.
King Offa contemplating life in the modern age.
Today seemed like a long long hard day. Numerous STEEP up and downs in the morning that zapped the energy out of this walker. Also the one back rib area has become a real "pain". Not only is it extremely painful, but, dealing with the pain, is also a problem - pain. Laying down and rolling in whatever slightly grassy area can be found, that is relatively free of sheep droppings, presents a problem. Hardly any area is free of sheep droppings
Tonight's home.
The Old House is Tiny.
Street in Knighton.
At the start of the official Glyndwr's Way sign (which I missed at that start because it was miserable weather, and the sign not very noticeable). Sort of a reflection back in time.
View out the little window in my room, which is located above the outdoor eating area of the Horse and Jockey Inn. Reminds me of staying in Munich, Germany above a pub. Loud and noisy. Also this room is stifling hot. Quite a change from last night when it was quite chilly.
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