Newport to St Dogmael's - 28km

What a walk today...28km of massive ascents up steep, slippery, gravelly, rocky, narrow paths then steep, slippery , gravelly, rocky and SCARY descents. It was relentless and I slipped down a gravelly section, no harm done, except to scare the feck out of me. The path sometimes cut so close to the edge of the cliff face on the upward climbs, that it was best not to look down at all, but to concentrate on getting purchase on the next foothold and taking another step up, up, up. I think I used up my entire vocabulary of swear words and I included all the words in other languages that I knew.
The walk was the most difficult of the lot and it was made even harder when we rounded the last climb and could see where we needed to go and it took forever to get there. Once on the final section, the road walk was hard on shattered knees and ankles. We finally reached the end point of the walk, took some photos of the 300km plaque (Amroth to St Dogmael's) before staggering to the last B & B, then across the road for a drink in the pub, back to the B & B for a shower, then back to the pub for our meal and celebratory drink.
Tomorrow we start the trip back to London for a few days, them we head north to Hadrian's Wall in Yorkshire for another walking adventure.
And tomorrow I can sleep in for an extra 15 minutes - bliss, and can pack my boots away.

Goodwick to Newport

left Goodwick for our walk to Newport. Good weather again - we have been so fortunate to have sunshine and no rain, as rainy weather on these paths would be treacherous. A few clouds above and a strong breeze on some of the higher cliff faces kept the temperature cool. just right for walking.

I think this day was when the path took us up to a very steep and rocky outcrop, which was impossible to cross safely. Sister #1 decided to blaze a trail around the mini mountain instead, and within 45 minutes we were back on track. Saw lots of sheep, cows and Welsh ponies, but no more death adders  :)

The most exciting thing about Newport was that it had a laundry straight across the road from The Golden Lion, where we were staying for the night. Yay!! Clean clothes again, instead of lugging a suitcase half full of dirty clothes! The lady who washed and dried them even folded them and delivered to the pub! Now that's service! 

We had a few drinks in the bar with the locals, and their dogs ( dogs seem to be welcome in a lot of pubs, although in this pub, it was someone who was known to the staff as other people with dogs were turned away!)

I was overjoyed ( for 30 seconds) to see the room I was given! It was bloody massive with a big bed and a big shower. WOOHOO! Then I was told I was in the wrong room so had to swap with sister #1 and B.I.L #1, and move into a less swish room, with a spider, which I squished with a towel. The meal in the restaurant was yum, it was busy and another group of walkers arrived. Tomorrow we tackle our last walk, and it is said to be a killer. Can't wait...

Abercastle to Goodwick - Goodwick to Newport - Newport to St Dogmael's

We left Abercastle for the trek into Goodwick, next door to Fishguard. I will have to rack my brains to recall any amazing events (as I haven't had access to wi-fi ) but I think it was pretty much the same - get up, boots on and go!
The scenery - remains spectacular. The walking- nothing too dramatic in this first section. No injuries, trips, falls or spills. Knees - still painful. Drug supply - adequate. Hay fever - hello again.

The B&B owners in Goodwick (Sue and Colin) were quite lovely. I had a very long chat to Sue and promised to keep in touch when I got back to Australia. The B&B had a good view down to the sea and across to the rugby ground where the local teams were training. Tea that night was at a local chippie and it was ok.
We've noticed that many ( in fact most) of theses country towns don't have a lot of graffiti. Sue was saying that most people know each other and if any of the kids were spotted doing the wrong thing, there would be hell to pay.