To Discoe from Clun is lots of fuuuun!!!

Well, it’s a lovely walk, via Knighton, and it’s 15 miles so I’m losing strength. Day one, 20 miles with a rucksack. Today 15 miles without. You’re turning into a wee pansie Mr Smith. And I don’t mean that in a homophobic way at all. I don’t do that stuff.

We (me and my sis) had breakfast in Clun and she dropped me off where I’d finished. Good old kid. We found the drop off location by a dead tree which we’d spotted when she picked me up, and due to a leaf of bracken that I’d picked and left in the road, like Gandalf. 

Anyroad up, I like trees me! 

Brilliant inum? But for any Lord of the Rings readers dunt the last one look like the evil willow that trapped Frodo? Thank goodness for Tom Bomadil.

It was another run of steep up and down and up and down. Looking forward…..,

And looking back.

It’s hot and as soon as I break into a sweat I get flies on me head. My new hat seems to attract the buggers. Great word innit? Buggers, buggers, buggers, buggers. 

I’ll throw in these photos at random. Oh, this when I got closer to Knighton and rain was coming in, which never caught me. Ha ha!

And this is the RAF cruising round and protecting Knighton from the Germans. Sorry, I meant Russians, but I like Russians. Sorry…. doesn’t mean I don’t like Germans. Oh bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger.

Met my sis for a pint in Knighton but then shot off towards Discoe. One big up, one slow down and I’m there; there there. 

But what’s this in the middle of nowhere? Dunno.

I needed to drop down this hill to my sister, waiting in her van to take me back to a relocated tent. How brilliant is that?

And here she is! What a daft monkey!

A takeaway Indian, a reasonably early night and here we go!

Night night my loves.