Ow ow ow. I am in so much pain. I want to rub some deep heat into my shoulders but I can't lift my arms up far enough. Why woudl anyone do this walk. The truth of the weight of my bag has hit me today. I reckon if I can carry it for another 2 days I could manage for the rest of the time but I don't know if I'll last 2 more days. I felt like crying today when this gradual but long incline almost defeated me - I was walking a a snail's pace. It doesn't help that some sadist is in control of the distance estimation for the fingerposts. What was 2 miles to go an hour ago become one and a half now. Then three quarters of a mile takes 25 minutes? I'm not walking that slowly. I'm not enjoying the scenery because I'm just trying to finish for the day.
But then there's this chance to sit down and write in a churchyard above Lynton at the end of the day, in the sun, looking across the sea to a hazy Wales in the distance, and it feels OK. The deep heat is working and tomorrow is another day.
PS I think sheep are quite scary. I took a path across a field of them and they're a bit dopey aren't they so they wait until I get almost up to them and they suddenly jump into action, but because they're a bit dopey some of them run towards me instead of away! Scary.
PPS I slept badly last night. I was really cold despite my sleeping bag's claim to be rated to 2 degrees and my tent doesn't deal well with condensation so I woke up a couple of times because I was being dripped on! I need a plan.
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