Pleasantly surprised by Wales at least by this part. Gorgeous beaches and trails and nothing too strenuous. I am reminded that I like the Welsh accent in counterpart to the southern English – of all stripes – that I have come to detest with a passion. In fact, I would say it now equals my abhorrence of northern English accents – although I do like a Gordie or Teeside twang.
I am also reminded of the dynamics of groups. In that, you tend always to get a talker. Who as well as running or walking, never shuts the fuck up. Their fellow group members pass me and are either bored to stupidity or well tuned out. But I notice time and again, that the major topic of conversation of these pedants, be they women or men, is bitching about someone else that the group knows but who is sensibly absent.
Back to Wales someday to do the Pembrokeshire coast. Adieu.