17. Walk Day, Hay-on-Wye

I didn’t feel badly about not walking from Monnington to Hay, but I DID want to get in the full days of walking I had intended. So I decided to walk to the next town (Glasbury) and take a bus back to Hay. I optimistically started out, and the walk was lovely. There *was* an sign on a gate saying that the footpath was closed at some point ahead, but it didn’t say where or which footpath so I pressed on.

An auspicious start! No black lions in sight.
Hay in the distance looks so quaint and pretty.
Big sky, fields, and open views. The sky looks a little threatening, but no rain in the forecast and fingers crossed.
A pretty little path through the grove.

I was about a mile and a half into the walk when I felt something may be off. I was not seeing a landmark I was expecting (a detour to big hill to climb for views). In fact, it was nowhere in sight. I checked my OS Map. Indeed, I was going in the opposite direction than intended. Had I walked into Hay as planned, I would have known this immediately, but I didn’t. Around I turned.

Well, hello, river. Nice to see you again.
NOW walking away from town in the proper direction, the castle dominates.
Clouds, hills, village nestled therein.
I was so happy to be on the river again. This would be my last day walking beside her.
Green, serene
A perfect landscape, a perfect day for walking.

I decided, since I lost time earlier, to not walk into Glasbury, but instead to climb the hill to see views of the Brecon Beacon range in the distance. This would give me a great walk, and the miles I wanted to accomplish to call my Wye Valley Walk complete.

At the base of the hill, beautiful mares and their colts! It was fun to watch them cavort.
Down below, the river and the busy road I crossed. It’s terrifying to cross roads in the UK, as traffic does not slow for pedestrians.
After a great climb, the Brecon Beacons in the distance.
A little telephoto to see the signature shape of the peaks.
In a lower field, these pretty black sheep. Baa baa, and yes, they have lots of wool.
My last photo of the Wye River. I felt a little melancholy about that.
Nothing a little Butty Bach can’t help!
And a bit of Welsh rarebit.
Music to pack up by.

The next day would be an early(ish) bus ride to Hereford to catch my train to Llwyngwril, on the Cardigan Bay. Three full days was perfect for Hay, any longer and I would have had to buy an extra bag for books.

I did the math on my Fitbit numbers, and discovered I walked 100 miles in 10 days. Done and done!

13 May, 2022


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