We had a good journey down, stopping at an hotel on the way. The landlady, Angharad (good Welsh name, that), is a friendly, happy, chatty person and we whiled away a pleasant hour or so in her company. She told us that lately the weather had been very unkind and today was the best it had been for a while. I inwardly hoped it would stay that way.
We arrived in St.Dogmaels at about 5.45pm. The air was still and warm and the sea like a mill pond. God was in his heaven, and I in mine. After Ian had taken a couple of photo's of me on the slip way which was the unofficial start of the path, we parted. He with my thanks, and me with his good luck wishes. My B&B is only 200 yards from the start of the path. I am a bit worried, as I was glad to get my sack off my back after the short walk!!
I was welcomed by Peter Antwis and his daughter Laura. Laura then proceeded to give me the "Grand Tour" of the garden, described by Mum Rosemary as "a bit of a jungle". It is more like a secret garden, with four ascending levels, each a bit wild and a bit cultivated in just the right mix. After the tour, I had a rest and a cup of tea (I had done 200 yards you know) before venturing out. Today St. Dogmaels... tomorrow the world! (well... Pembrokeshire at least.)