Day 13 Kington to Hay on Wye

“Illegitimi non carborundum” says a sign above the ancient mantle in The Blue Boar pub.
Right now, it is the hills that are grinding my feet - at this stage of the walk, hot spots start appearing and as you modify your shoes, the hot spot moves. So I have been modifying inner soles and inserting spares to get the right fit.
Today, though a long walk, has been one of the more pleasant days. The weather has been so kind to us: cool and mostly dry; the track firm underfoot. St Mary’s in Newchurch, open to wanderers, as churches are, have tea and biscuits available and a seat to rest on. Most grateful to St Mary.
But, as we sit on the top another rolling green hill, I had a momentary deep thought that these walks have taking us places that we would otherwise never contemplate. Well, at the time it seemed like a deep thought.
Still lots of sheep. You know, when doing these long walks, one often has a song that that one hums or sings to oneself. Well, you should know that “Mary had a little lamb” is no longer my favourite. Nothing to do with Mary.
Hay on Wye is a cute town, clearly popular with weekenders, and renowned for its book shops and writers festival. Marie’s fatigue of the past days dissipated and she dropped her bag and bounded out the hotel to investigate.
The Hay castle was built at the time of the Norman invasion and the gate has withstood invasion over hundreds of years.
Stats: 25.5 km, 7:22 hours, average pace 17’21”/km, 683 m elevation gain, HR 83, 7072/9974 kJLeggi altro