
This was pretty confusing since we were heading West at the time but, whatever, borders wiggle.
"This is the toughest part of the whole route" warned the guidebook ominously, speaking of the path going "against the grain" of the countryside. It was honestly not too bad until just past the halfway point, but then there were a series of steep ups followed by steep downs. We looked enviously at various side paths that zig-zagged in a sensible way up and down the hills but the Dyke went straight across in the manner of a Roman road and so, so did we. Strava has congratulated me on my longest day walking, despite having definitely walked further in terms of mileage in the past.
Anyway, we are now ensconced in a fancy room* in a fancy hotel with rubbish internet. We have a rest day tomorrow where our plans amount to walking to the nearby village/town to buy B. a new hat (having left his in a Thai restaurant in Kington) and see if we can find good enough internet for "Family Zoom".
( Not much picspam below the cut because I stopped taking photos when we hit the relentless up and down. )
* B thinks I booked the Bridal Suite - we certainly have a four-poster prominently in the centre of the room and a jacuzzi bath.