Easter Sunday. A day when many might be stuck indoors eating chocolate eggs… Believe me, I could’ve easily done the same, if only I hadn’t celebrated a birthday the day before and following an absolute downpour of a GoodBad Friday.
Weather-wise, this had promised to be the only reasonable chance of walking over the four-day weekend. To keep it close to home wasn’t appealing and so, I embarked on the eighty-minute drive east across Somerset to arrive at Cranborne Chase.
I’d booked the day off work, plus a further three to follow. This Thursday was officially the start of my long-weekend away in Pembrokeshire – my first ever visit to this corner of Wales – and part of Brunel Walking Group’s annual “Christmas” Away Weekend.
Having booked my own accommodation away from the hustle and bustle of the Youth Hostel, I was travelling alone. Leaving my home in North Somerset by 9am that morning, I stood a good chance of reaching Carmarthenshire by midday.
Here we are, preparing to say goodbye to August and I’ve just arrived in the month that was June, with my writing! I’m also leapfrogging ahead ten-days from the start of the month in order to carry on with the good stuff.
So, back in December, I’d effectively pre-walked this route up in Worcestershire, ready to take the group on a tour of Bredon Hill at a later date. With people in their cars and, later, having arrived at the start point; we were ready to go.