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Saturday May 19th, 2007
Another trip down the M4 with Eamon. This time in my MG.
Met Gareth on some obscure road in Wales near Abergavenny and then headed off to the start point of the walk. Not realising we had to take all supplies with us, I hadn't brought a rucksack. Luckily, good chaps that they were, the lads took my stuff in their bags. I was repaid later by getting the crap camp bed in the pub.
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Gareth and Eamon, probably the two ugliest men on the planet!!
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Having walked up Pendle Hill and been in the Peninnes just before that I was pretty well prepared for the tough climb up. Gareth though, still managed to set the pace, I couldn't keep up with the man. And he was laden down with a rucksack!
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We made it to the top only to find that it was like a super highway. There was some cross mountain challenge on. They were all going the opposite way however. Weather was pretty shite at this point!
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Roll the mouse over me to see a change of pose.
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Stating the obvious maybe, but all signs are in both languages...even on top of a mountain
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A group of wild ponies take in the view.
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This gate marked the end of the mountain and the start of the long walk down to Hay.
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Gareth, as map reader was soon getting us lost...
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...and giving me the opportunity to do a little truck driving!
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After many hours we came within sight of Hay. Having been lost earlier we came across a guy living in a home made shack. Eamon knocked on his door and he stumbled out, barefoot,bedraggled and stinking of dope. He was a friendly old hippie though and soon had us back on the right track.
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As Hay is famous for its books(The festival was the following week) even this castle had a small stall giving them away.
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And so, to the pub Kilverts, where we unpacked our bags, ate far too much dinner, then imbibed on a little Vietnamese papaya leaf before hitting the local night spot. This was all too much for Eamon who retreated immediately to the comfort of the room leaving me and Gareth to do a spot of bugling!
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The pub garden | Me, relegated to the lumpy camp bed
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Brekkers the following morning
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Great pub for the way back....Good call Gareth. As we were arriving these bikers were just about to leave. Couldn't resist a pose next to the Harley's
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The pub was selling beer straight from the barrel and Eamon and I tried the perry, which is the first time I have ever seen it sold draught...not bad either...like a light cider
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Weirdest sheep i've ever seen!
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And so the trip endeth
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A little video footage of the events |
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