Today we walked just over 7 miles.
First Stop Deborah’s Hole! Now now, keep your thoughts to yourself!
Unknown to us at the time the hole is an inaccessible cave in which stone age tools were found. Enough already!
Above its now a nature reserve on the remains of an iron age fort.
I thought the area breathtaking, Sarah was not so impressed but we had fun with her Poundland selfie stick!
We began walking East towards Port Eynon along the coastal path.
We met a woman and daughter walking in the opposite direction in a rather steep sided ravine. While we stopped and chatted there was what sounded like a slight scree slip, inially I thought our loud voices had caused it. This is when I discovered that Sarah is very easily spooked! The location of the noise was an area of scrub very high up and there appeared to be somone moving about. All a bit odd really.
Sarah was in a hurry to move on. I thought this quite funny because if someone had meant us harm they would have to make their way down the steep rock and scree slope and even I could out run them at that point. Sarah would probably been in Bristol by the time I had run two miles though!
The landscape here is beautiful and kind of lonely. Passing Overton cliff we walked up to the villiage of Overton, then north along what was a track on the map but in reality a stream. I say this not just because it was wet but because there was watercress growing all along it. There was no way we were going to keep our feet dry!
Finally turning west again and into a maize field we became “Children of the Corn”. The farmer clearly does not want walkers and has not kept a path. Ordinarily I would have pushed the path through but that’s not so easy when its over your head. Sarah was also not keen and a bit creeped out by it.
Its hard going along the edge’s and seemed endless but finally we make our way onto a meadow and return to the camp site for lunch.
The weather was so lovely so we made our way to the Gower’s version of Bondai Beach at Rosslli bay. Its complete with young surfer dudes in wet and dry suits strutting their stuff!
A surfer I am not! Not that I even tried. Going in for a dip was bit rough for me. Sarah is a strong swimmer but it was too much for her too. The waves were Ok but the under tow was enough to flip you over and knock the wind out if you.
Sarah trying to help me get out of my wetsuit had much the same affect when she up ended me on the beach! Sand is hard on your bum and I got no sympathy!
That evening a check on the tides gave us a window early the following morning to walk to the worms head before going home.
Setting the alarm we were up early and off to the car park at Rossilli. The weather was so different from the day before. The very fine rain we had woken with lifted and we walked to the rocky shore. Then it was evident our footwear was not up to the crossing. Disappointed we turned back and consoled ourselves with more tea and Carrot Cake!
Our Weekend over Noah took us home as south Wales went into Lockdown.
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