Around the periphery of Wales (12) ..... Casllwchwr to Amroth

Around the periphery of Wales (12) ..... Casllwchwr to Amroth 'I do not think that crossing the Loughor estuary among the highlights of the journey. At the end of the afternoon, commuters claiming this part of the cycle track / footpath coast. nox A quick way of reaching home. Experience uncomfortable nox was going along yl ô n this, especially on such a hot day, and I was glad to have cross safely and reach the hard path that leads all the way, without traffic , to Kidwelly. I waited for a while, knows Tre-side of the estuary, to speak with 'Island Man'. This was the first person I saw who walked Wales coastal path along it. His big problem, as he explained, was to find f ŵ drinking water - although o'wn've never experienced this when traveling. Strange how different people are different experiences when traveling the same routes. The track cycling feel long and hard in the vicinity Trostre, but I enjoyed seeing all the landscaping and the developments that had taken place in Millennium Park further away - and began the miles whiz.
It struck me, as you pass the new housing blocks, I now see far too much of the balcony î s steel and glass that are added to almost any new building which is within a puff of wind to shore in ô r. Old enough ugly things they do on ô l while, with 'u bolts bleeding rust drips down the walls. Even when the sun was going down people are still out walking, running and cycling along the route Millennium Park. He picked starlings are busy among the rocks on the lower shore and fishermen waiting patiently to catch flat fish haliad evening. Two whooper swans rose from the pits and make flying within nox about 2 meters above my head. I could hear their wings large chwislan and groaning when clapping slowly through the warm air. Eventually I came up with a flat, hidden in the middle of a small patch of wild grass where I could raise my tent in the dark. I woke up at 5 am to find a man outside announcing that he had seen chaffinch. Got up immediately, packing my things and go before me.
Through the morning mist over the pool and Burry Port, I walked in my front, enjoying the coastal scenery and character Carmarthenshire more than I would have imagined. At Pembrey the route follows the tracks through the pine forest. He c with n birds echoed through deep space hanging between tall trees and the smell of resin in the ny gl with wooden poles on the edges of the track is wonderful. On salt Kidwelly I met Roland and was preparing for the 'West Highland Way' with s ŵ n Dafydd Iwan in his ears. The Gatehouse Café at Kidwelly was one of the best places for me to wait for a bite to eat, so far, and I was glad of the break from the once after two days of walking on hard surfaces - knowing that more ahead. There I passed quickly through Carmarthenshire, without waiting for little other than to hit in TK Max to buy new sunglasses. Old town gray, bl ê the lovable but this is where I spent many happy years in my teens. I would go west.
I contacted nox village Llansteffan with sponsored walks and family picnics but from the other side of the estuary nox which has looked nox more attractive and beautiful than I remembered. With low tide rock forms and colors were beyond the castle headland is amazing but only a thin layer, the yellow sand was fraudulent, Underneath the black sand beach, and greasy and slippery. The tide was miles away on the horizon and I walked with my sister now than we had ever done before. In no time the smell of rot fills the nostrils and turned the sand thickness of dead cockle shells. Rocks like gravestones stood in black pools, quiet - and d ŵ in the lifeless soup of oil slick and brine. When we stopped to listen to hear there were no birds, only s ŵ n quiet hissing of a wide expanse of mud dark around us, like millions of tiny breaths, finally. There we turned n ô la cast on the shore. At the scene where ô l Llansteffan rose in my heart when walking through a large meadow, full of flowers gwylt, nox side Talalcharn to the mouth of the River Taff. There were orchids, yellow rattle, red clover, trefoil, nox burnet and lousewort are dotted around me while walking down to the riverside silvery sedge. Arose clouds of moths day almost as confetti with each step. If only scenes like this are everywhere - this was the first field of its kind I've nox seen along the whole journey, so far. The path led through wet woodland where gwawn the bl