So I got here last night too late to work out where I was, I spread out my footprint ( the thing that goes under the tent), pumped up my mat and crawled into my sleeping bag! Right in the parking! Without tent
After 44 km I could not move anymore!
So only this morning did I discover where I’d landed!
An former mine (coal) with a big pile of what is left of the stuff after the coal is taken out, hence the name: black mountain!
It was active from 1913 until 1957 or thereabouts and later it was a paintball place. And after that closed the young people used it as hang out and the rest as a rubbish tip.
Catherine and Thierry and their son Quentin Intend to clear it and use it as a place to live and a crafts center. They came today to do some more clearing and cleaning. Whilst I sorted through my bags again trying to make the load lighter. Catherine decided also to sponsor me, and they took me out to dinner! Such an amazing place!
I’m curious how this will evolve! Also it was so nice that they remembered shows I was in 25 years ago! So lovely, to connect again!