A Traumatic Day!

Saturday 24th February:

Liz came - ok so this wasn't really a traumatic event but it could have been

Caught train to Llantwit Major - had to run to catch it, could have led to being trapped in doors - potentially traumatic

Used public toilets at Llantwit Major - not personnally traumatic but Liz was walked in on by another lady (Becci was on door guarding duty at the time)

Began our walk - Liz assures us she knows the root like the back of her hand - not traumatic but reassuring

Walked through field which was fairly muddy (or so we thought at the time) - slightly traumatic - more for beckrum as she was getting her new boots dirty

Arrived at a field with evil cows in, all of which were watching us very closely, with one blocking the gate - Potetially traumatic death by cow incident

Liz doesn't know the way - we walk up and down past the cows a number of times - increasingly traumatic as scare cows more

By this time Becci and Liz have adopted the very stylish trousers in socks look - trauma of being associated with them

Our path is blocked by a river so we have to re-trace our steps and climb over a very tall gate that is very slippery - extremely traumatic near death experience

Get caught in a heavy shower - Am pleased have brought umbrella with me

Arrive at very rocky beach and am abandoned by Liz and Becci who go to investigate a cave - am left to imagine what I would do if they both had accidents and broke their legs or something - trauma of debating whether I would need to call the coastguard or an ambulance

Walk along cliff top path - get you take the high road and I'll take the low road stuck in my head - trauma of being forced to 'listen to' bad song over and over again

Path becomes too muddy so we abandon it in favour of a path through a load of bramble bushes - trauma of getting stuck every other step and being covered in scratches

New path turns out to be just as muddy as the proper path and thererfore extremely slippery - trauma of potential accidents with every step

Walking near barbed wire fence - trauma of being stabbed by a barb when grabbing fence to prevent slipping

Path becomes even more dangerous and end up having the traumatic experience of landing on my posterior - although I apparently did this very gracefully and avoided putting my hands in the mud but unfortunately not my trousers

Trauma of post falling walking in even more slippery mud

Watched a surfer walk the longest route possible to the one part of the beach where there were no waves - trauma of thinking that there is a mad person in the sea who could drown or be attacked by his surf board as obviously doesn't really seem to know what he is doing

Made it back to Llantwit and had to face trauma of walking past the Chocolate Box shop as there was no time to stop before the train came

Had to travel on train without companions as they fell asleep - trauma of being responsible for making sure they are awake in time to get off - although was entertained by a man who got on the train sat down and produced a 6 rated belch

Got back to suffer the trauma of wathcing England lose the rugby

So all in all the 24th February is not my favourite day ever!