24th OCT. ROWNAL FARM nr Montgomery to CILCEWYDD via Buttington and Welshpool

This is the second time I have typed this!

I did not sleep well. Although I was stripped to smelly undies it was stifling in the tent. I eventually woke at 6 in the dark and listened to the radio. I got the water on for the porridge and tea but did not light the meths properly and as a result wasted 20 minutes for nothing to boil.
The morning was wet again,  a fine mist drizzle made sure everything was either wet or wetter. I put on clean dry socks but within five minutes of walking in long grass they were soaked.
We began the walk herding about 80 sheep along a narrow fenced stretch of path. They paniced and crushed at a gateway about 100 metres further on,  and as we approached the scattered passed us,  crashing into wire fence and trampling each other. We were pleased to climb the stile and leave them to recover.
The route was fairly flat as we were now on the actual River Camlad flood plain and into Forden for snacks from the garage. I phoned the bunkhouse/ caravan park on the last of our mobile battery to book for the evening. It was such a relief that we knew we had a dry place to dry out our gear and get ourselves sorted and revived.
The damp weather was taking its toll on us,  our feet were getting soft and sore,  what had felt like a month was only four days under the tent.
The knowledge of a decent stop spurred us on and lifted us. We zig zagged up via conifer woodland, numerous mushrooms benefited from the warm damp weather, to Beacon Ring then down to Buttington our target. We had been here over four weeks ago and now we could concentrate on heading south back to Knighton to complete the Offas Dyke and hopefully a smoother flowing route into England..We walked into Welshpool via the familiar canal heading straight for Morrisons for a late lunch. I left J there while I went and sought 8 mm copper central heating pipe to act as a sheath for tent pole repairs. If this does not work I will have to send for our reserve tent.
I got back and shopped for food goodies for the bunkhouse. Our packs were the heaviest yet as we walked via the Leighton Road to Cilcewydd and our bunkhouse. We had a brief set to with a stroppy farmer who had a go at us for leaving a footpath even though he had ploughed it up!
Mr. Oliver at the Severn Caravan/bunkhouse park met us on arrival and was more than helpful. The bunkhouse was fantastic,  cosy warm and homely. It had all we needed and was great value for money at £12 each, the best value a
yet!
I spent the evening repairing tent pole , and sewing the tent and my pack.  Josh sewed a pair of trousers threatening to expose him. The blog,  this blogg ,was a pain as I lost a more detailed entry but at gone 1am was to tired to be as detailed as before.