Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Ever since I managed the walk to Giltar Point shortly after we arrived down here in Tenby, I have had my eye on Lydstep. I have had the map out and calculated roughly how far it would be and how long it would take and I have been biding my time. I had already decided it was too far to be safe for Paul to tackle and I also knew it might prove too difficult to take Bella. Most of it is on the cliff edge and that would mean she would have to stay on lead. Belle is a terrier and sniffing is her business so I knew that it would probably take days rather than hours to have her with me. The other decisions involved the type of weather and the day. Weather, an easy choice, dry and clear. I wanted to enjoy this walk and be able to see the views, which I suspected would be stunning. Day, Saturday. I felt I wanted the chance of meeting the occasional person - I still feel a little bit cautious about falling or not being able to manage - and Saturday brings more people out than a weekday.
I woke up and the sun was streaming in the window. It was Saturday. I felt really excited. I checked with Paul to see if it was OK with him for me to go and, armed with my haversack containing warm clothes and an apple, a lot of tissues because my nose runs if it's windy or cold, and my mobile phone, I set off.
There were a few more people on the beach because it was Saturday and the sun was transforming the small groups into stick people. I could see my first objective in the distance and started towards Giltar Point. I reached the top of Giltar after an hour and I was just speaking to my first group of people when my phone rang and it was Paul checking I was OK. We had arranged that he would drive over to Lydstep to pick me up at the end. From now on I was on the top of the world, well, the cliff, and it was all new territory.
Walk over and Bella and Paul in Lydstep to greet me and drive me home. 6.44 miles. I'm so pleased to have managed this walk before we leave Tenby.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Today Paul and I celebrated our 41st wedding anniversary. Today was the lowest astronomical tide of the year. This second fact has some interesting practical consequences. The sea water which normally covers a considerable section of the coastline between Tenby and Saundersfoot recedes and leaves access by beach between the two towns. We have done this walk twice before, both times leaving Tenby to walk to Saundersfoot. As the lowest tide and our anniversary coincided, we decided to make it a special celebration walk and this time to get the bus into Saundersfoot and walk back to Tenby. We have been crossing our fingers for good weather ever since we decided to do this walk. The scenery is stunning and the feeling of being a castaway is magical. The need to get the time right so as not to be caught out by the tide adds another dimension of excitement to the trip and walking around the end of Worms Head which is normally buried deep beneath the waters of the Atlantic is a wow! The first time we did the walk, there was a terrific head wind and so we had to battle our way along, muffled up against the flying sand and the battering wind. We did our best to appreciate the scenery but it wasn't easy. The second time was much better. It was clear and bright and we enjoyed it tremendously except for the fact that it was bitterly cold. Mind-numbingly cold. This time we wanted mild, clear, windless weather. What we got was fog. It was so thick I really didn't think I wanted to risk it. I was freaked by the fact that we might not be able to see the coastline if the fog came down any more and find ourselves wandering round one of the coves in circles, not being able to find the way to the next cove. Anyway, I we decided to go. It was the most eerie walk you can imagine. I think the photos might illustrate how very odd it was with the sea lapping to one side and shapes coming out of the mist every so often. Ah well, there's always next year for the perfect weather but I shan't forget this walk. In its own way it was very special. The bag I'm holding contains our tea for tonight. Juicy mussels picked off the rocks that can't normally be reached.
Back home and checked the pedometer. 20,281 steps today. Quite a walk. Paul says I can have the day off tomorrow.
Monday, March 14, 2011
I never liked it from the start. How can anyone warm to a piece of personal equipment that, rather than lending encouragement, insists you are carrying 41% body fat when in fact it is 26%. I am referring to that pedometer again. But I have a forgiving nature and decided to ask only what it seemed able to manage: count my steps. Unfortunately, it couldn't manage that either. The same dog walk registered 6000 one day and 120 the day after!
The pedometer was purchased in Argos, so Sunday found me back there requesting a substitute.
"It's lit up," said the girl, "What's wrong with it?"
"The light is on but no-one's home", I should have replied but didn't think of it then.
"It says I'm obese, and it can't count," I said.
She gave me a quick once-over to see if she agreed with it but evidently didn't, since she decided I could have another model. Happily, the chosen make had been reduced by £3.00 so I left with a credit-card style Reebok; a name which embodies 'sportiness' - to me at least - and inspires confidence that it will do the biz. So here I am, back at square one in terms of knowing whether or not I can walk 2,000 or 10,000 steps a day.
I'm trying it out tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Yesterday was my birthday and I asked Paul to buy me a pedometer. My walking has improved so much since January, when I was able to begin to walk without aids, that I thought it would be a good idea to measure my daily steps and start to push it along towards the required 10,000 over the next weeks/months.....who knows?
Setting up the machine was fun. We put in my relevant data and the obnoxious piece of equipment said I was obese. Despite all efforts, it refused to change its opinion of me so I declared it faulty and decided to change it for a different model. How would I know it was reading accurately, I reasoned, if it couldn't get my BMI right? Well, as soon as it was strapped to me I realised that all you have to do to check if it is counting your steps accurately is to count your steps yourself at the same time!!!! Duh!
Wearing my new gadget, I went about my usual business this morning. A gentle stroll round town with my birthday money in my hot little hand took 2300 steps. Went to Tesco and then prepared our evening meal - 1000 steps. Took the dog for a walk 6000 steps. Cooked the evening meal, washed up and took Bella out for her final walk gave a grand total of 10,691 steps today. I am really amazed that I do so many steps. I never thought I was doing the full number even before my accident but what a lovely surprise.The only problem is, what goal can I strive towards now, if I am doing the required number of daily steps? Has my new gadget become redundant already?
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Ambrosia in the making. I'm afraid this batch went down the sink!
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