Life's a Bitch by Stitch

           We're back in Machynlleth.  They didn't stop to eat or drink but he walked with us as far as the footpath and then turned back.  She pressed on climbing these ancient 'Roman steps'. Then we're looking down on the town from the top of the hill.The sign tells us we're on the right path though my nose had already worked that out.  I continued to point her in the right direction whenever we came to a junction.  On the whole, I got it right. We then reached a wooded valley and started to drop down.  At least there was some shade. The woods ended and we took what she thought was a footpath along some fields of sheep and by a river.  There were no stiles so I got thrown over the fence twice.  Luckily, we were almost at the road.  Then they drove to the Osprey Centre on the Dyfi estuary but left me in the car. Next morning we were back at the same place to continue south to Borth.  It was another hot day but s...

  We started our first short walk from Morfa Mawddach station, just over the bridge from Barmouth, along the sea defences.  He took Mo (our camper van) round to Fairbourne where he met us in time for an ice cream (it was hot!).  Fairbourne is noted for the council refusing to continue to protect it from the sea.  Ironic really as, all the way along the front there are concrete defences dating back to 1940 to stop an invasion by Germany.  There's also a little train, used around 1865 by a Welsh businessman to help bring materials for construction from the main line.   We climbed up the road through Friog to where the old Coast Path crosses and took that route back to Fairbourne then found an Indian restaurant for dinner. Next morning he dropped us off at the top of the road and we set off along a path that skirts the old quarry.  It was already warm and getting enough water was my number one priority.  We climbed up and crossed a stream (first...

 We arrived back in Harlech on a hot day in the third heatwave of the year.  It was already past 3pm but we now had Mo, a campervan that I didn't really trust.  They made me sit on a hard seat with a harness and I couldn't see out of the front window or the back.  How was I going to warn them of motorbikes and tractors?   One bonus was she didn't put my halti on but trusted me on the harness.  To be honest, I was too hot to care, but I pulled her along the first section down to the beach and along the sands.  She let me have a paddle and then she had this daft idea to cross the dunes to the railway.   First we had to climb up the steep sandy bank then we followed what seemed to be a path inland.  It soon disappeared into a mix of plants that were all prickly and bigger than me so I either had to bounce over them or tunnel through them.  She was scratched with brambles and roses and kept falling over as she couldn't find her fee...