What a Walk!

29 May

Carreg Cennen Castle Walk


I had my doubts from the beginning. When we put on our walking boots in the Carreg Cennan Castle car park the sky was dark with clouds and it was already trying to rain. Neil, with his relentless optimism, insisted it was brightening up. I, with my equally relentless pessimism, knew damn sure it wasn’t!

We were due a ‘good walk’, however, so with growing disquiet we descended the steep slope from the castle to the valley below. I knew in my heart of hearts that when the bridge across the stream at the bottom had red plastic tape draped all over it that we really should have turned back. This was not going to put Neil off, though. He calmly ducked under the tape and serenely crossed the four-by-four supporting strut of the unfinished bridge.

Well, there was no way on earth I was going to do that but the thought of returning up the path we had just walked down was almost as bad. Fortunately, or otherwise, there were plenty of boulders lying about and between us we created a stepping stone- type crossing. With Neil telling me how well I was doing (!) we followed the path alongside the stream and up the other side of the valley. I say ‘path’ but I’ve seen rivers with less water running along them.

Now, anybody who knows me or has followed the previous blog will know how much I love trudging through mud and climbing up hills. That is to say I moan about it an awful lot for an activity I seem to spend a lot of my time doing. Eventually, however, the path dried out and levelled off and I started to enjoy myself again. Neil, of course, had been waxing lyrical about how wonderful it all was and what a beautiful day it had become (it wasn’t actually raining) from the beginning. Even his language turned a bit blue when we descended back down into the valley and had to cross the ‘stream’ again. Raging torrent would be a better description. And there was no bridge.

Carreg Cennan River Crossing

The guide sheet we were using said it “could be a little tricky” crossing the stream after heavy rain. Neither of us had actually read this bit. There was nothing for it but to wade through. So, the last stretch of the walk now has to be done with wet socks but by this point I didn’t care. That last stretch was, of course, vertical.  With the last ounce of energy, we climbed over the style into the final field to be faced by a herd of rather large beasties with big horns. “If they charge at you don’t run” I was informed. Run? I could barely put one foot in front of the other! Thankfully a more placid bunch of cattle you couldn’t have hoped to meet. They just stared at us dolefully, chewing the cud and thinking who knows what.

Carreg Cennan Cattle

As you can probably guess I was very grateful to be sitting back in the car again. At least the rain held off. This, of course, makes Neil unbearably smug because he said that it would all along.


2 Responses to “What a Walk!”

  1. Liz May 30, 2013 at 7:10 am #

    Ever thought you should have bought a narrowboat !

    • lamputts May 30, 2013 at 8:06 am #

      We did think of a narrow boat, Liz, but they don’t fit on the ferry!

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