12th OCT.PARC-Y-BRYN FARM, LLANDISSILIO to FENWIG

I woke a few times in the night to rain hitting the tent. I could hear the wind but it did not affect me being in a sheltered position.I was reluctant to move, snug in the bag and feeling weiry.I did not put on any breakfast as the  offer of cereal the night before was more than welcome although I did not feel at all hungry but knew I needed to eat.
The tent felt big and empty without dozing J. I busied myself getting sorted,  rolling the sleeping bag and mat and packing the bulk of gear in the tent. I noticed the ground sheet needed reproofing as the moisture was coming through. On getting out the day was dry but ground was saturated and boggy although I was pitched on an incline. The tent was packed up wet.
I walked up to the house passed home made rugby posts .and was imediatately welcomed into the hussle and bussle of a family home on a school/work day. Mum had shed her muddied waterproofs and now was in her day job garb,  a hairdresser in the front room of the house. The teenagers were chatty and polite,  I made the mistake of thinking the rugby posts were for the young lad but actually it was the 16/17 year old lass who played rugby and was a kicker for her local team.
I had my cereal and coffee and bid farewell.
I continued reluctantly on the road,  at least it was dry now. It was a day of slog,  I still felt weak and lethargic and due to having no appetite and not eating much. My pack was heavy as I was carrying a few tins of food that had been for the past youth hostel at Manorbier and I had been reluctant to get rid of.
Most of the day was listening to the radio,  plodding automatically.  Time seemed to drag and miles slowly went by. I tried to disapline myself but found myself stopping on the hour. I lay in the sun on a run down,  unmaintained picnic site looking over various hills , or sat with my back to a gate with cars whizzing by. I could of slept in the warmth and closed my eyes wishfully,  then got up ,donned my pack and tried to cover another three miles - slog! Then a similar thing would happen three miles on.
There was a slight respite when I turned off the main road onto a B road to the village of C.......I had to pull over as I still had trouble with my stomach.
In the village I bought a tin of cream soda sat in the market square as the parents walked by with recently picked up primary children.
I made my way to Cardigan via the Wildlife Trust nature reserve popping into the odd bird hide to view mallards and mute swans.
It was pleasant walk to the Priory bridge with the the norman church behind.  I walked into Cardigan heading for the library to try book Borth hostel for Monday evening and order few things on ebay,  getting them sent to J so he could bring them on wednesday.
I walked out at 5.30 with rain falling heavily driving me to get chips which I wonder out of the town eating on the hoof.
I retraced the route of two weeks ago, passed farms we had not had success of finding a pitch.  I spoke briefly to J who was surprised I was still walking at 6.30. As I approached Fenwig I decided to phone an Independent hostel called Pig in the Poke , it was about 4 miles on so I was pleased the chap picked me up in the dimming day light. As I hung around waiting I could see a woman looking suspiciously at me and half expected the police to turn up.
The hostel was rather posh and new,  although had to been going for three years. It was abit out of the town way and not close enough to the coast path for convienience.
It was a pleasant much needed stay. I cooked rice and a dehydrated bolognaise which I ate only half of it,  forced.
I drank numerous earl greys before showering and sleeping with radio on!