A covert trip

The Frau went to Belfast with a sister only marginally less beautiful than herself, leaving open an opportunity. Having been plagued with foot/leg pains for too long, and having learned to live with it most days, I wanted to know whether a long walk would make matters any worse than usual. So I embarked on the 13.5m Knighton-Kington leg of Clawdd Offa (I am irrtatingly two legs behind the peloton - this outing would help).

This is, of course, one of the sections with lots of dyke to be experienced.

The route permitted an escape trajectory to the 41 bus route after 6m, which I chose not to take. It's fair to say that after 10m or so it became quite a struggle, but hey ho - it's been done. Tomorrow will permit an assement of the lasting damage. Pictorial evidence recorded en route:

• LBSG 1034336.
• A dead lamb. (Actually, I only thought to take a picture of this when I had proceeded 200yds down the path. On reflection, I thought "sod it".)
• LBSG 1034331.
• Information. This saves me the need to explain anything.
• A milestone. Complete with benchmark.
• A thing on a hill. It's a monument which I forbore to visit.
• A bit of Dyke: Cymru ar y chwith, Lloegr ar y dde.
• A lady on a horse, who came and went in a flash.
• A plaque. Nearly 50y old!
• A fingerpost, and a real beauty.
• A bit of Dyke: Cymru ar y chwith, Lloegr ar y dde.
• A lost bit of Kington: details.

I think it's believed these days that the Dyke was an economic barrier more than a military fortification. Might come in handy, post-Brexit.

Anyway, hats off to Offa's boys and girl who built it.