Day 2: Caldicot to Goldcliff
Miles: 9.5 (RT: 18.5) Falafels: 5 (RT: 9) My legs are a bit stiff and sore from yesterday. Particularly my left leg so I must be lopsided. I am here and ready to begin day two. The sun is blazing and the sound of the M4 is blaring. She's a fickle mistress as I well know and I'm glad to be on my feet and not behind the wheel. The first part of today's walk is all about hedgerows. Every now and then I hear a rustle and wonder what's stalking me in the shadows. It makes me think of both the twee but enchanting books about mice and voles and and all their secret goings on that I loved when I was little (Brambly Hedge) and also that opening scene from Dracula when he's driving through the trees on the coach and you know he's heading for something terrible. And there she is, the Severn Estuary. The tide is out so all I can see is glorious mud. I feel a bit like the only person in the whole world for great stretches today...