Day 17 - Waterproofs prove handy in Pandy

 

The sun was shining as we started our walk out of Monmouth although the weather forecast had already placed something of a cloud over the day. We were focussed on Project Birdspotting, energised by reports that we were in Red Kite territory. The beginning of the walk was largely through farmland with a bit of woodland and, of course, quite a few undulations. We had an early kestrel spot, followed by a sparrowhawk although the latter was more of a blur to me.

There were only a couple of villages on the route, although each one had at least one church or chapel. Most of these buildings were open, with notices saying tea and coffee available inside - and even 'phone-charging facilities.' Self-service was the order of the day but, unfortunately, neither Andrew nor I had two pennies to rub together and it seemed to go against the grain to use church facilities without making a donation: hoping the weather gods would look favourably on our restraint, we pressed on. 

Spotting the darkening clouds blowing our way, we took an early lunch. Shortly after, during what proved to be an unfortunately timed 'burst break', Andrew gave the shout 'Kite!' Turning quickly, I spotted the bird in the skies overhead and fumbled quickly for my phone, my mind drifting from the job that had been in hand, so to speak. Fortunately, I had already had my waterproofs on...  

And that is the reason why the picture above has a little less detail than an Attenborough camaraman may have obtained. I appreciate it may be a little like a Spot the Ball competition but the kite is there in the top right, just above a branch. Other snaps were even less successful, including an accidental one of my wet leg as I looked down to check the damage.

As we moved past the 13th century White Castle near Llantilio (Andrew posing below, near a restored section), the heavens really opened and ground conditions reverted to bog-like, particularly around any gate or stile. I have clearly learned something in these conditions as this time it was Andrew who took a tumble, albeit in a graceful manner, a little like when Fred Dibnah used to make a chimney collapse. Anyway, there's nothing like seeing someone fall over to raise the spirits (providing they are not hurt, obviously).

By the time we reached Pandy, we were drenched, even good waterproofs and boots couldn't cope. Neither could the motorhome and Suzanne has already booked an 11am tow-out from the farmer. 

On to Hay on Wye tomorrow, 17.5 miles across Hatterrall Ridge, with no villages (or benevolent churches) in between. Theoretically, it should be one of the best day's walking on Offa's Dyke but with 80% chance of rain all day and winds of 40mph forecast, survival is the only aim. We were hoping to add an extra 6 miles to Newchurch on at the end but may have to cut our losses - we will see.

A big thank you to recent sponsors who I am unable to thank personally, particularly Selina, who spotted the Energetic Diabetic sign on the van, and Border Collies Man, who got me round Cadbury Camp - it really is appreciated.

Finally - Kirsty and Di: if you are still out there, where are you up to and how are you doing?