Sunday 3 April 2016
Fishguard to Trefin
The Old Schoolhouse Youth Hostel
Well it wasn’t raining when I left so that was a good start. I passed through the port and up the hill to an estate called Harbour Village. I took a small detour to look at one of the 3 Carn Wen Cromlechs (Neolithic burial chambers from around 3000BC). This one seemed a bit oddly placed beside the alleyway at the back of the terraced houses. This hill must have been an important site once upon a time.
The visibility was not great and the ground was very muddy but the walk was pleasant enough.
There was a monument at Carregwasted Point to mark where the French landed in 1797.
The path continued around up and down and around every small headland.
Strumble Head marked the end of my walk around Cardigan Bay. It has taken me 13 days to walk from Aberdaron (opposite Bardsey Island) to Strumble Head, a distance of about 50 miles as the crow flies.
It had started to rain but I sat down on a rock anyway to eat my lunch (tesco’s finest rolls filled with cheese and crisps). A couple passed me but it wasn’t long until I caught them back up. Jack Bottrill was a bit of an adventurer and we had a good chat – he’s writing a book about his 5 month cycle tour around Europe to be called “The Road to Rome”. I left Jack and Deja behind and carried on. (I saw 9 serious hikers today.)
The cliffs became a bit more dramatic and, after a couple of hours, the rain stopped.
I arrived at the stony beaches of Aber Bach and Aber Mawr. There was a notice informing me that a small stream bisected Aber Bach but was generally only a trickle except in stormy weather or after heavy rain. Today there was a torrent of water and no way of crossing without getting wet feet.
The signposted diversion was 1.2 miles and I was not doing that. I decided to remove my boots and socks and paddle through. The water was shin deep and fast flowing but I made it without incident.
The sun appeared and the views began to improve as I approached Abercastle.
Another lovely little village built in the shelter of a small inlet.
There was a car on the beach and an old man was selling large crabs that he’d caught from buckets in the back of it.
I arrived in Trefin and was pleased that the hostel seemed really nice. Chris showed me round and after tea and a kitkat I found the will to dosome hand washing, get a shower and head to the local pub for dinner and a pint. Jack and Deja arrived at the hostel and joined me in the pub.