Day 4. A gentle blanket of cloud lay over the valleys, so no spectacular sunrise, but a pale glow stole gently across the landscape as I climbed up to the Kerry Ridgeway. It was as beautiful as I remember it, with views of Wales to one side and England to the other. My enthusiasm for the trail, coupled to an encouraging tailwind meant I was too early for a return visit to the Happy Bap, but Kirsty's soon sorted me out with a full cooked!
Another bastard hill out of Bishop's Castle soon saw me back into a rhythm of slow uphills, glorious ridgelines, and soaring raptors. A pair of Kites danced with each other on a thermal.
Day 4. A gentle blanket of cloud lay over the valleys, so no spectacular sunrise, but a pale glow stole gently across the landscape as I climbed up to the Kerry Ridgeway. It was as beautiful as I remember it, with views of Wales to one side and England to the other. My enthusiasm for the trail, coupled to an encouraging tailwind meant I was too early for a return visit to the Happy Bap, but Kirsty's soon sorted me out with a full cooked!
Another bastard hill out of Bishop's Castle soon saw me back into a rhythm of slow uphills, glorious ridgelines, and soaring raptors. A pair of Kites danced with each other on a thermal.