The beginning of the great Welsh Coast Walk

Ever had an urge to walk …. a large redundancy payment made it possible for me. I really wanted to walk and walk and walk. After some research, I decided on a route across northern Spain possibly recalling a night with my mother’s whose choice of film was The Way; a feel good, find yourself film set on the walking route in northern Spain. Martin Sheen finds challenges and meaning following in the footsteps of his dead son by completing a stretch of the Way that his son had started.

Planned and executed with a good friend, Rhonda Power, we flew to Madrid, took a train to Leon (Spain) and followed the pilgrimage route to Santiago De Compostela on foot, bike and a short taxi ride when the challenge over rode the meaning! It was a great experience but crowded, dirty and for at least 3 days we walked what should have been called the M4 leg. There was no profound sign as to what was next for me and what there was is all for another tale.

I had done some training on the Wales Coast Path and Brecon Beacons with keen photographer, and long time friend, Eirlys Thomas, before setting off for Spain. On reflection, there was nothing to be found in northern Spain that challenged or gave meaning in quite the same breathtaking, incredible, brutish, familiar, shocking and unexpected way as the Welsh landscape complete with the crazy banter and pitstops to be found along the way.

Feeling very humble and forgiving about any small problem I previously thought that Wales may have and spurred on by a couple of bottles of wine, our plan to walk the Wales Coast Path was hatched..