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| July 4, 2006
So, all complaining aside, this was really the best day because: Wild ponies! The National Trust had brought in wild Shetland ponies to keep the area well-grazed and trimmed, and at least in the part where I found them, they were doing a cracking good job. I was lucky enough to come across two people also walking, and we each took one anothers' picture. I'd been trying to pose with the one I've got my hand on, but he turned as the picture was being taken and bumped butts with me. I felt like Lisa Simpson. |
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| Running across people on
the walk was random and unexpected, though quite often you could see them
from some distance away. I passed two going the other direction who asked
in halting English if something or other was on their route, and I said
that it was, and they said "danke schoen" and I just tossed off "welcome"
in German and kept going, but I could hear from their little gasps that
they were delighted to have possibly run into another German on the route.
With my hair in braids, I guess it could have been ....
That said, there was one instance where a solo guy in a blue shirt, with no pack, seemed to be "following" me, and that creeped me out a bit. He probably wasn't, probably was just a guy out for a stroll, but it made me nervous until he seemed to drop back not to be seen again. You're alone enough that a lot of bad stuff could happen before help arrived, should someone be in the mood to wreck the universe. |
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| Post-ponies, I stopped for an ice cream here at Kennack Sands. It did say no removal of stones, but sand doesn't count, so I got another sample. But a small one. |
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| Getting out of Kennack Sands proved a bit challenging (damn vague directions) but soon enough I was on the path again. It got hot, and at some point I filled up an empty Coke bottle with water and dumped it on myself, reserving some for later on. Alas, this buggered up my pedometer, which wouldn't work properly for the rest of the trip. |
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| Pony-cleared path. |
