In some ways the last few days have been alike: walking through the countryside, sheep, hills, views from the hill tops, villages in the valleys. Good weather.
But each day was different. Day three was a climb to a long ridge walk in the Black Mountains, well away from roads and fields, into heather and high grazing land, with wild ponies and panoramic views of the farms below.
Days four and five were hills and sheep. And also the first chance to clearly see and follow Offa’s Dyke.
Today is rated as the toughest day of the walk, following the dyke northward as it crosses east-west hills for a cumulative ascent today of 980m (3215ft) with some extremely steep climbs. A tiring day, but rewarding.
At the end of today’s walk I was standing at a crossroads in the rain waiting for a bus to take me off route to a nearby hotel. I decided to try hitchhiking. Ten minutes later I had a ride to the hotel door.
Cows trying to follow me
Border marker on the ridge
The endless 14 km ridge trail
When the official signs go missing…
Weathered sign post
Hiker on the dyke
Lamb peeking over the dyke
Half way point