Day 97 mile 97: Slightly lost and mostly loving it. The hamlet of Tal-y-bont lies just slightly inland on the North Wales coast and is wonderfully picturesque. Today’s run started on a footpath just by the railway bridge trending along the fields on its southerly side. On the map it could not get more simple: trend along the northern edge of the field with the railway on the left until you reach the church, turn right down the road, follow the curve around, right at the t junction and back to the start. Things started to go wrong as I got to a sign post, helpfully giving directions.
The path initially pulls up the hill through a grazed field along a (mercifully dry) mud track past blackthorn trees grown into southerly curvature by the wind but already in full blossom with their beautiful white flowers in unalloyed contrast to the harshness of their thorns and the hue of their bark. From the plateau of the field the path becomes less defined and one comes up alongside a sign pointing →. As this is beside the path and at an angle it is hard to tell if that means go on, or go right, and the open flat grass, with no sign of walking or tracks this early in the morning shed no light on the matter. So I stuck with Plan A and followed the northerly edge of the field along.
As I jogged along wondering where all the tyre marks had come from the steeple of the church at the end of the path gradually came into view, about 60° off to the right, bother. Not to worry when I got to the corner of the field there would be bound to be a gate onto the road which would take me back around to there. It seemed perhaps not. The tyre tracks were in fact from a number of JCBs and other site equipment and the exit was fenced off as it was being used to work on the railway, so I continued around the field edge.
As I worked my way around the field towards the church it gradually became apparent that the church has a wonderful traditional hedge (possibly yew from a distance) and that from what I could see the path was on the other side of it, although at this moment I saw a small gap in the field fence leading down towards the road. A small but prickly jump followed by a momentum filled scramble down a 6 ft. bank and I was back on the road a few hundred meters north of the church and only a few feet downhill of it.
What jolly silly fun.
The rest of the run passed of relatively uneventfully except for the fact that it was now run largely downhill on tarmac so was a good excuse to make up some lost time.
It turns out that what was once 2 fields on the map is now 1, the second part of the path ran along a join between the two, which obviously is no longer there 🙂 It’s a bit of a storm in a teacup but it certainly makes for more adventure packed into one mile than I have had for a while!
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Distance: 1822.8 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
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