Today was much like previous days on Glyndŵr's Way: large green fields, hills, a bit of woodland, some quiet roads, some farm tracks, some crossing fields of sheep and grass, some paths through woodland. There was a tumbledown, abandoned farmhouse, a holiday "village" of green trailer homes similar to others on my trip, and a section with a lot of pheasants which squawked noisily as they took to the air, flapping manically as I walked by. I have always thought of them as rather stupid birds.
The final hill, beyond a golf course shared with sheep, gave a splendid view. The Welsh hills to the west and to the east, Long Mountain and beyond the plains of England.
I hurried on into Welshpool, not wanting to miss my train, but arrived in time for a coffee and sandwich for lunch. Another Mid Wales town with a clock tower, this time on the Town hall. My final stop before the railway station was an engraved stone pillar on a patch of grass by the Montgomery canal, which marks the end of Glyndŵr's Way and the end of my walk.
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