We're walking, we're walking, we're walking.....

Oh my gosh so much walking! No, seriously, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much walking!!! I knew going in to this that I had no way of even conceving what walking 15 miles would be like and it's absolutely true. You just can't know until you do it. And, O-M-G Wales is feckin' gorgeous! That's anothing thing you'll never know until you're here. The pictures can't begin to do it justice. And then to be pretty mcu stranded in the middle of it all - rolling hills in 360 and sheep sounding like drunken frats boys bleating all around you (and freaking you out if you've somewhat recently seen a crazy zombie-sheep movie) and fresh air and - holy shit - SUN! I'm sunburned - in WALES! It's like some magical weather sprite bestowed upon me the most mavelous day that could have ever been concieved of. How did this happen? How did I get the most beautiful day in the history of Welsh days to start my walk? I think I do believe in miracles. Or else I'm just delirious from 15 miles of walking and sun stroke, that's quite possible. So I left this lovely B&B in Knighton at around 9:15am, and just arrived here about 6:30pm. I stopped for perhaps 10 minutes to eat a little lunch, and there were numerous stops along the way to take in the scenery or a have a bit of a rest, maybe 3-5 minutes at a time, but all in all, that's pretty much 9 straight hours of walking. But also 9 straight hours of beauty and serenity and peacefullness. And stumbling and getting lost and exhaustion. And creepy sheep.

You guys - no words can come close... I feel I'm the luckiest person alive. And now the luckiest person alive is going to bed!

Smooches!