The walking season is drawing to a close and the boss at The Walking Holiday Company, decided that a couple of us in the office would go out and walk the Three Castles Walk over two days, to check the guide notes along the route, in preparation for the next season.
The very next day, a very muggy and humid Tuesday morning in September, Julie and I put on our walking boots, picked up our daypacks and headed out to the beginning of the walk.
Three Castles walk is classed as a level one walk, which means all walking abilities and fitness levels, should be able to accomplish it.
As we walked along the beautiful Monmouthshire countryside, across fields and up hills, we both commented on just how much we were perspiring, and yet we weren’t out of breath due to it not being a strenuous walk, (as mentioned earlier this is one of the easier walks we offer.) or to the September sun beating down on us, as it was quite a cloudy day, but it was due to 99% humidity. Thank goodness we had brought between us, 3 litres of water.
At one stage whilst walking up a hillside going through bracken and woods, the film “Gorillas in the Mist” sprang to mind and I suddenly felt like Dian Fossey, looking for the Mountain Gorillas in Africa. When in reality I probably looked like a mountain troll crashing through the trees.
After walking the 4 ½ miles to Grosmont Castle, Julie and I decided to have a look round the castle, which takes your mind back in time to when the Normans
built this castle, and who might have lived here and in the surrounding area.
After a short break for lunch at Grosmont, we continued on our epic journey toward Skenfrith.
With the humidity being so high, the ground was quite wet, and Julie occasionally was skiing down paths as opposed to walking down them. It was only a matter of time before one of us would land on our bottom.
With only a few miles left to walk to Skenfrith Castle, we were happily walking down what appeared at first glance to be an innocent slightly sloping grassy green field, when all of a sudden, with all the grace of Eddie the Eagle, Julie fell over face first onto the ground, narrowly missing a very dangerous grass thistle. When I had stopped laughing, (around 30mins had passed) I asked Julie if she was okay and helped her up. After everything we had walked through that day, slippery slopes rocky hills, jagged trees, it’s a pebble in the middle of a field that finally gets you. Julie insists she fainted for a second due to altitude, and exhaustion!!!!
At last we could see the Church spire and Castle of Skenfrith, not to mention village pub, “The Bell Inn” in the distance. So a last spurt of energy ran through us and within minutes we were sat after a lovely relaxing 10 ½ mile walk, in the Bell drinking a lovely cold Shandy, contemplating the next half of the work, which we will be doing on Thursday.