Distance: 22km (13.7 miles) Total Distance: 1253km (778 miles)
Weather: Overcast but dry
It's Easter Tuesday, a bank holiday
depending on which part of the country you live in. Where we are living presently, in Coventry,
they tend to take the Monday and Tuesday as holiday rather than the Good
Friday. It must be some sort of throwback
to the industrial past.
We stayed the previous night with my
parents in Cardiff which was most convenient.
My wife joined me for today's walk.
I don't know why but its becoming a bit of a pattern that she joins me
for the less interesting bits. It's just
the way it works out. Honest.
We parked the car at Nash and walked
down towards the coast. I then had to walk back towards Newport to make sure I walked all the coastline that was possible to walk. After a mile and a half my way got blocked and I turned round to head back the way I had just come. Meanwhile Margaret sat and took in the
view, a much more sensible approach to life some may argue.
The weather stayed fine all day though
it always appeared to be threatening to rain at any moment. Pretty much the whole walk today was along the
sea defenses. Most of it was marked as
being public footpaths but not all. Still,
we didn't have any trouble from GOMLs.(Get Off My Land).
For lunch we took a brief detour inland
up to Redwick It was pies all round. I
had the stout pie and Margaret had the fisherman's pie. Hope they didn't miss it.
In the afternoon the skies looked even grayer. We past collections of rusting
conical fisherman's traps. That's not
traps to catch fishermen but rather I'm guessing the fish as they are swept downstream
by the outgoing tide on the Severn.
The foreshore was littered with
driftwood and other detritus from the winter storms. There was enough here to heat your house for
the year. Now there's an idea. We kept getting glimpses of the Severn Bridge
in the distance. It wouldn't be long
till I'm walking over that hopefully but not today.
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| Near the buried trig point at Caldicot Moor, looking west along the sea defences. |
We stopped walking in Caldicot, just
past the firing range. Luckily it seemed the marksmen were also
taking Bank Holiday off. After crossing
some fields we were in the village and checked out the times of buses but in
the end caught a train back to Newport.
Just as we got on the train we heard a
voice call us. It was a friend we worked
with in Coventry and one of those unlikely coincidences you sometimes get of
bumping into people in the most odd places.
No doubt a clever statistician could explain it to me one day.
Back in Newport we hopped on a
bus. We'd been assured it was going to
Nash where we'd left the car but stopped a couple of miles short and evicted
us, not for bad behavior I don't think, more because it was on a Bank Holiday
timetable. Having walked a fair bit
already we hitched the last few miles to Nash and got a life no problem just as
it started to pour with rain. I hope the
bus driver was feeling guilty by now. Back in the car we drove back to Cardiff, had
a snack, loaded up the car and drove back to Coventry. A busy day indeed.
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