We got going fairly quickly as we had no breakfast again. We / I am always passing shops which have the necessary porridge. Mentally as well as physically it is not a good thing to start the day eithout some goodies in the old tum.
At least it was dryish on packing up and the slugs had been replaced by small snails , more convienient to pick off.
As we trudged on the weather the being sea blown went from a fine wet mist to drizzle. It was not easy walking with descents muddy and slippery, back jarring.
At Freshwater East the beach is surrounded by suburbian style detached houses , possibility of a shop and fuel for us.
A Pembrokeshire Coast path Ranger pick up was parked next to the beach toilets and I asked the chap in the passenger seat if there was a shop. He looked as bedraggled as us, unshaven and wet haired, hobo like. Yep like us!
He said there was a small shop up further and we started the steep climb to the so called heart of the village. About five minutes up hill the pick up with hobo and ranger pulled up. The Ranger informed us that his passenger was mistaken and the next shop is Manorbier three miles on. Great way to loose weight not eating snd hravy physical exercise.
We continued via the so called village to meet up with the coadt path again. It was not to bad the rest of the days walk, knowing we were going to dry out in the Youth Hostel helps.
At Manorbier we walked via the surfers beach with two surfers waiting for the perfect wave up into the village passed the impressive almost complete castle and Norman church.
The first cafe we came across we assaulted with our wet gear. I made a mistake of ordering a tuna melt pannini which seemed to set my tum off again, J a prawn bagette.
Nourished we found the shop and purchased more food as if doing a weekly shop. J picked a massive onion for his curry creation, it must of been the size of a large cooking apple , he carried it! It is always stuff we are unlikely to be able to cook in the tent, hence a curry creation also bulky tins we would not normally carry.
In the rain making our way to the youth hostel about a mile away. On approach the builing looked like a skateboard park, with the tinned roof like the ramps. On arriving the building was abit like a 1970's Dr.Who set. We sat outside in the rain as normally the reception is not open until 5 , it was 3! It was about twenty minutes later having sat in the rain that I asked J if he had tried tbe door handle. He said no and on doing so it was open. We laughed and entered. Shedding our wet gear we deposited them into the drying room. Soon after the manager came and booked us in. We had a two bunk room to ourselves and ennoyed the space and dryness.
I still felt abit tum sensitive so J cooked himself six fried eggs, I think he thought that the binding nature of yhe eggs may prevent what ever had inflicted me. We watched TV, Star Tek in the rather uncomfortable doctos waiting room of a lounge and then played table tennis, felt like I was on holiday.
A relaxed evening with good company of my son.
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