Had dinner at the Cross Inn. Nice enough place. There we met a couple from Redding, England, who were doing a walking tour of Scotland. Mike and Fiona were their names, and the conversation was very interesting.
Later, Hannah and I went of on a hike. We took of on a path that started between the police station and the school, heading for the cliffs. One place we passed must have been where the sheep were accustomed to some sort of attention, because the all ran up to the fence to greet us, and bleated angrily when we didn’t stop. They sounded like parliament in session. We went to Teampall Phaedair and got some photos of the place. The cemetery was lousy with snails; they were absolutely everywhere, millions of them. Hannah, being the animal lover, found an empty shell for a snail that had none. We hiked on farther till we found the lane heading from the cliffs into Cross. So we followed roads home, admiring the walled gardens in front of the houses in the four villages along the way.
I find the walking is doing me a lot of good. I’m a belt-notch thinner in just a couple of days.
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