Knighton to Kington
13.50 miles
7 hours
Welcome to the United Kingdom - Maria and Tricia. Isn't it amazing that we are here "United" on a foreign island?
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River Lugg.
The path was densely overgrown.
Chewing while half asleep.
This is where the black clouds full of wind, rain and hail swept in three weeks ago, and this person got spooked and wanted to get off the high ridge, quickly, and went straight down the side of the hills through pastures climbing over fences and ended up down on the valley floor at the village of Whitton seen in the far distance.
My room was up in the brown wood area. To get there the rickety wooden steps on the right were used.
Saw this at the grocery store. Kind of scary looking. Even more scary is that there are people who would find it appealing for their lunch.
Ancient Greece or old Wales.
Twig enclosure which looked Native American.
Is the block of wood holding up the fence post or the tree trunk?
There was not a speck of fruit offered at breakfast unless the raspberry jam counts. No yogurt (my choice) so didn't take the muesli. Went for porridge which I hadn't had for a couple weeks. Porridge was tasty, but when served there was a large fresh cold strawberry sitting in the middle. Decorative but odd. Pulled out that token fruit and ate it immediately.
After continually telling self to stop eating eggs for breakfast had them again yesterday, with cooked tomatoes (taa maww toes) and two tasty portobello mushrooms. The mushrooms and tomatoes were very yummy. There had also been lots of fresh fruits and yogurts. Rather lame the selection today. Guess I have been here too long when the Full Welsh breakfast, or parts of it, look unappetizing, and I have become critical of what else is offered.
Quiche with Brie, tomato, peppers and fresh basil, and salad.
How to eat the "salad" - with fingers sitting in a sheep pasture.
Usually feel fairly good in the mornings. After about hour five or six things go downhill. Probably tells me something such as in my old age should be doing a bit less mileage. So after saying all that, the back became troublesome after the first hour today. Decided to take a Tramadol right away to fight it off. Nothing like a bit of painkillers to make the day go better. From that point onward it was fine.
The barn really did fall down.
Why it is difficult to find a place to lay down and stretch the back.
Played leapfrog with another couple who had backpacks almost as large as mine, and they were just daypacks. Saw later they were having hot tea during a break. Must be nice to carry a thermos and have the luxury of a hot beverage.
Can see the ridge for tomorrow's walk where the wild ponies live. And beyond that the hazy outline of the Black Mountains which come after Hay on Wey
Talked with the couple later. Colette and Mark are from Glasgow, Scotland. They asked where I was from, and when I told them they didn't know where Wisconsin was (typical here), but said they had met a lady two years ago from Wisconsin on the Coast to Coast at breakfast at the Fox and Hounds in Ennerdale Bridge who was on her way back to St Bees from Robin Hoods Bay. It was ME! Small world! Maybe we will see each other in two years future??
Sheep on golf course.
Sir Richard Green Price, First Baronet, brought the railroad here and killed the canal business.
Met a group of three going north with an extra man attached. He wanted to know where I got my froggie (waterproof map case, also good for iPhone and short term snacks such as fruit and more important cookies). Answer: Grasmere on the C2C where my hostess Wendy got all teary eyed over having me come back to stay with her. It was the first time in all the years she had someone return to her B&B.
Steps. The various places where steps have been built into the path on steep areas, or to stop erosion, bring back memories of last winter when it was necessary to learn to go up and down steps after my accident. How far I have come. Not only physically, but also distance as in mileage.
Too many encounters with the stinging Nettles today. They are wicked and leave a stinging burning sensation that can last for a couple days. Toothpaste or the Biofreeze helps, a bit.
Kington being a slightly large town (not as large as Knighton) had a number of options for dinner. Went with the recommendation of Susan my hostess. Chose the Oxford Arms.
Had the cauliflower and broccoli pie with Stilton sauce. What a bland and boring and tasteless meal. Dumped on a huge amount of the pale brown powdery pepper (no taste and it makes me sneeze). Wasn't sure what that container of gravy was intended for, so left it untouched.
A couple nights ago when Lynne made the lasagna for dinner she was also going to fix me a potato. I turned down the potato as that didn't seem like the right thing to eat with pasta. Plus it would have been too much food.
Half way through the meal in walked Colette and Mark. Of all the other places they could have chosen we ended up chatting away again. Small world.
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