One day after my Quantocks walk and I got to meet up with a friend I hadn’t seen for a number of months… On a walk, naturally.
We’d originally talked about doing a longer walk further south on the Mendips but arrived at a compromise where we we meet up, closer to Bristol and tackle the 4.5 miles of Geoff Mullett’s Dundry Hill walk.
I’m no stranger to the Four Peaks that epitomise the Brecon Beacons for many visitors. Having climbed three of them twice within the previous sixteen-months, I hadn’t expected to be revisiting this mountain range so soon.
Brunel Walking Group arranged an event where we would be led on a walk by two volunteers of Brecon Mountain Rescue Team. Assuming we might stray from the well worn and ‘motorway’ tracks, I decided to go along.
One week after my first attempt at this walk, I headed out to tackle it again, having already decided upon a slight variation of my original route. There was a determination to ‘get it right now‘, before I could move on to walking elsewhere.
I’d thought about submitting to lead this walk today – as I write this, in fact – but the thought of walking the same paths for three consecutive weekends did not appeal. I’ve been walking elsewhere this weekend and you’ll get to read about that soon. Now, let’s return to Pensford.
Having successfully reached Stantonbury Hill (albeit, a good thirty-minutes later than planned), I was now looking for a way back to my car. Again, with the aim of being able to return home and head out again for a Mother’s Day pub meal…
With considerable ‘practice’, I’d established a first-half to this walk that I felt was reasonably good, if not perfect. Now, it’s time to see what I encountered in that second half.
If there’s one thing I believe I am very good at then it has to be writing. I’m not a talker and I will sometimes doubt my abilities in other fields where I can otherwise excel. But for a reason that remains unknown, I never doubt my ability to write very well, if ever imperfectly at the same time.
But how could I make a living by putting pen to paper?
Or, should that be: tapping keys infront of a computer screen?
This was the very beginning of a long-distance coastal walk a friend and I have committed to tackling together.
Our inspiration comes from a book titled, the Somerset Coast Path, which was only released a year ago. From Bristol, we’ll gradually make our way west, south and then west again, following the coast as far as the border at North Devon.