Last night I ate at The Glendale Italian restaurant in Penarth. I indulged in what athletes call "pasta loading" and got to the point where I was just too full to cope with a desert.
This morning I had persistent drizzle until arriving in Barry around midday. There was a Tall Ships youth training boat in the dock and I chatted with the guy who was checking youngsters on board. It seems they also do trips for adults up to the age of 80.
Earlier At St Mary Well Bay? I was walking on the cliff top around the perimeter of a static caravan site when I was hailed by a resident and told that the path ahead was blocked by a landslide. He directed me back to a place where I could descend forty feet or so and then walk across the beach. But for the chance encounter here I could have had a lot of messing about.
After Barry I met two ladies walking two fine hunting type dogs (I can't remember the name of the breed), and once again they put me on the right track when I could have wasted time. These two walked with me for a short distance and were intrigued by my project.
Later I met a guy who was setting off surfboarding at Limpert Bay. He said this was a secret location where the water was warmed by the nearby power station. He also said it had created a good breeding ground for Sea Bass creating another secret location for anglers albeit illegal. Further on I overtook a young girl near Boverton and she was able to confirm the existence of a camp site at llantwit Major and she gave me some good directions.
At The Acorn camp site the manager said the site was full and would not let me stay. I lost my temper and had a stand up row with him saying I didn't want to stay on his blankety blank site anyway with his negative attitude. I walked another mile up into the town, and after various abortive attempts to find accommodation and much walking in between I eventually got the landlord of the White Harte, Graham, to let me pitch my tent in the beer garden, but not until after 8:00pm because it may be being used by children until then. This pub does not do meals and I have now come across the road to eat at the Old Swan and will then have to go back and wait until 8:00pm to pitch my tent. Whilst it was very kind of the landlord to let me stay this has been one of the most difficult accommodation I have encountered so far on one of these trips.
Later (9:30pm): I am now encamped in the beer garden after having a very inferior meal in the Old Swan, at that point I was pretty depressed with this evenings events, but strangely, once I had got the Terra Nova pitched, even though it was wet through, I immediately felt a lot better and back in control. I have had a brew of drinking chocolate and some biscuits and feel contented again. One problem remains in that I am locked in here and the only escape is over the back wall with quite a steep drop on the other side. Graham does not surface till after eight and I hope to be off before that. I have promised Graham I will not sue if I break my leg, and he said if you do make sure it is not on his side.
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