We walked down the main road for the few remaining miles to Brecon. Johnny wanted to buy some new boots and I needed some maps for the next leg of the journey.
We were heading for Nighton, which is two days walk from Brecon. A straight line drawn on the map would take us within a few miles of Erwood, where there is a bridge over the Wye. There were few footpaths across the farmland and those did not go in our direction but across it. We would have to take lanes for much of the days walk. Although it would not be difficult to navigate, tarmac is an unforgiving surface on which to walk.
We stopped at a farm house to fill my water bottle. You could see the Brecon Beacons clearly. ‘Yes it’s a lovely view’, said the farmer’s wife, who was cutting up cabbage, ‘ but it’s rough up here in winter.’
I walked out of the farm to find that Caro, a friend of Johnny, and who lives nearby, had arrived with ginger beer, pork pies and chunks of delicious ginger cake. Thank you Caro.
At Erwood we stopped for a drink in the pub. As I walked in an old habitue of the place, said, ‘Well hello, looks like Crocodile Dundee’, and sniggered. What I should have said was, ‘Looks like Crocodile Dundee…. It is Crocodile Dundee’…. but of course I didn’t. I was tired.
We walked through Erwood over the bridge and up the hill on the other side leaving the road and heading north through fields hedged with hawthorn further uphill. We saw a curlew and heard it’s cry as it tried to distract us from it’s nest. Peter, Caro’s husband came to pick us up. He took us back to their beautiful house on the banks of the Wye where Caro was preparing a delicious supper.
It was the night of England’s match against Uruguay. We watched the first half before eating and then watched the recorded second half, and the Nibbler of Uruguay destroy England’s hopes. Well better to be beaten by a superstar and than a mediocrity, and England’s spoilt, overpaid players did seem to be trying a little harder than usual. The surprise of the game was Rooney scoring a goal. We all agreed that it had been a good game and as I stumbled off to bed I thought what a jolly evening it had been, how delicious the food and how kind and hospitable our hosts, and although I cleaned my teeth I certainly don’t remember my head touching the pillow.
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