15/08/2015
Dom's Update: Day 9 : Brompton Crossroads to Kneighton
This update a little suspect as my notebook got washed with my trousers and turned into a Rachel Whiteread papier mâché cast of the inside of my pocket :-)
I set out from Brompton Crossroads with the sounds of bugles and baying hounds as, somewhere nearby, a troop didn't hunt a fox. Presumably.
I soon forgot them as I concentrated on the 'switchbacks' - a seemingly never ending series of steep accents and descents across the hills. A hard slog of a day.
Today was the day I officially started talking to myself. I'd begun with the occasional salutation to inanimate objects such as "Hello D**e" whenever we met. But today I started a periodic commentary on my progress or lack of it with, for example, "You've gone and put us on the wrong side of the bloody fence, ain'tcha!" delivered in my best Michael Caine. By the time I get to the finish I expect to be in a state of continuous soliloquy.
Camped in a lumpy field at Kneighton right next to the local railway line with a convenient schedule: last train at 10pm (pretty much my bedtime these days) with the first train my alarm in the morning, just right at a quarter to six.
Best thing: met, and shared wine with, Albert and Anke from the Netherlands. Seasoned travellers who've cycled through Napal, travelled in Butan and make adventurous expeditions into the Alps with 40kg backpacks. But they love coming back to Wales every year best of all.
After hearing all about Zack and the walk, they made me a gift of some very rare and special Dutch foot paste and, having finished their hike and being in possession of a car, offered to 'borrow' my rucksack the next day to help the project - lovely people and a big thank you to them.