Author Archives: victoria hoffer

This is Mwnt, a special hill. While it is on the path, it is not part of the route, so climbing it is optional.  I opted not to.  Not that it would have taken all that long, but already it had been on with the poncho and off with the poncho, and on with theContinue reading “Aberporth to St. Dogmaels July 31, 2017”

Today’s walk was reputed and reported to be the most difficult of this section, so I girded my loins —no, that is not true—I mustered my energy and set off with resolve at my usual time, 6:30 a.m., when all sane people are still abed.   I loved this walk!  It was the first sectionContinue reading “New Quay to Aberporth, July 30, 2017”

What is it about boats in a harbour that is so appealing?   After yesterday’s hellish nine hour walk in the pouring rain and whipping wind, today’s at only 17 miles on a grey but rainless (though it did threaten) day was a trifle.  It did have challenges of a different sort.  Right at theContinue reading “Penrhos to New Quay July 29, 2017”

Two days after the warning,  I find the pile of logs one was told not to climb on: A few days ago, as I was coming down a steep, stony hill, a cyclist, riding up the hill, dismounted and was pushing his velo, tires full of cow dung and he full of sweat, up theContinue reading “Machynlleth-Borth-Llanryhstud//Penrhos”

It rained, but that did not affect the day very much. In the morning went to MoMA!  Not related to the New York original, but it did have a small exhibit featuring local artists.  My favourite was this piece made out of fine jewellery wire.  Since a title had not been given it, I amContinue reading “Machynlleth, rest day, July 26, 2017”

From Tywyn one starts out with a 4+ mile beach walk.  I hit it at low tide, the best time to see this huge beach in its vast stunningness: Blob with blobby finger-lik eprojections: Yet something else one had not previously thought about: By and by this morning I heard the sound of hundreds ofContinue reading “Tywyn to Machynlleth July 25, 2017”

Tonight, in Machynlleth,  I am staying at a hotel that was built in 1870, well, not as a hotel then, but as a private residence.  There are remnants of its history.  The floors slant at such a tilt that I wondered briefly if I should use my poles whilst navigating the hallways.  To get wi-fi,Continue reading “Barmouth to Twyn July 24, 2017”

Along the way this morning, was the largest camping+car site in the EU.  Somehow, sleeping in a tent right next to your car, which is right next to hundreds of other people sleeping in tents right next to their cars, seems at odds with the experience of being one with nature.   Just after theContinue reading “Llanbedr to Barmouth July 23”

Woke up this morning and did not hear the sound of rain striking the pavement.  It actually was not raining despite the prediction.  Oh, joy!  Let’s celebrate with a bright patch of thistle: The walk today was easy and gorgeous: A little church surrounded by a big cemetery: Made a stop at Harlech Castle SoContinue reading “Llacdecwyn Station to Llanbedr”

Arrived at Porthmadog to find my new poles waiting, as poles can do nothing else, at Tudor Lodge, Carl and Anja, the kind proprietors, having received them on my behalf.  I rejoiced to see them, you can be sure. Later in the afternoon, Ruth and Paul, my dear walking friends arrived, and after a cupContinue reading “Porthmadog, July 19-22”