I was so proud of myself at the end of today, both for finishing the day's walk (and a bit) and for not hurting some of the weirdos I met on the way. The walk was good, I managed ok with my 15 or so kilos on my back and made good time. There was a steep climb for the first 2 hours, which unnerved me but after that much better. Ididn't meet anyone for the first hour and a half but then a couple passed me (great, I thought, I'll follow them for a bit) who later asked me for directions because I looked like I knew where I was going! ha ha don't let the gear and sticks fool you. I'd thought the locals would be a bit unfriendly and the walkers friendly but it was mostly the other way round as I cheerily greeted people later on and they could barely be bothered to fart out a hello. Two particular walkers passed me who ignored me very rudely. I overtook them later and they couldn't pass me because the path was so narrow. Now, what would I have done if I was in the DESPERATE hurry they seemed to be in? mmm, I might have said, excuse me, could I just overtake you? But no, for social retards the thing to do sems to be to huff and puff and sigh loudly behind you for a hundred yards. Wankers. I unfortunately met them again when I was checking the route and they were coming back from going the wrong way. If you're going to Porlock you'll find you have to go along that ridge, tosser 1 said, pointing out another wrong direction. I told them - kindly I thought - that the ridge had been breached by the sea and it was considered dangerous to go that way (which they'd have known if they'd done just a little prep). WELL, tosser 2 spat out, the TIDE's OUT (no sh*t Sherlock, you must have been top of your class, I'm just a silly girl, how would I know the difference between high and low tide, titter, simper) and off they stalked before I could tell them to f off and die. Then I went the right way but could see them and the difficulty they had in crossing the breach. Hahaha. Most satisfyingly, they could see me going the right way with no trouble and I hoped I woudl catch them up so I could laugh in their faces, butI missed them by about 100 yards because they were running to avoid me. Hahaha.
As I neared the campsite I met the only other person I've seen so far who's walking with kit, a friendly man of about 60 who later bought me a pint and said I could come and share his tent if I got cold. OK right. He talked a lot about his young women friends - did he think this would reassure me that he was an alright bloke?! I had to laugh.
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