In the history of all the stupid things that I've ever done, today may have been close to the stupidest.
I thought it would be a good idea to go on a coastal path walk on a day threatening snow. What could possibly go wrong?
It was a cold damp day and I still only had my Black Spot shoes, full of holes, so I put on two pairs of socks, wore my pj's under my jeans, two shirts, my hoodie, scarf, toque and my heavy plaid jacket. Even just waiting for the bus, my feet were cold. That's when it started to snow big flakes. Caught the bus up to Synod Inn (not much there but a pub, and the craziest intersection ever created) and after a twenty minute wait, caught the next bus to Pentregat (gate-town). From there, I started my walk down the side road towards Capel-y-Wig. I was still feeing cold so I tried to hitch a ride. One fellow actually turned around to pick me up. A real nice English fellow named Frank, I think. He had lived in Wales for the last 25 years and his little border collie sat at my feet. He dropped me off at the Romani covered wagon just around the corner from the graveyard behind Capel-y-Wig.
