The number 114 is forever etched in my memory as my old school number. It has appeared again as the penultimate day of this leg of my journey. Tomorrow I walk to St. David's Head and then all being well I shall be home in East Grinstead tomorrow night. Today we did a good 14 mile walk once again along an endlessly amazing coast path. The walk was a little easier than yesterday, that is to say there were a few more flat bits. After a lot of road walking, promenade walking and beach walking this is the best possible finale with a non-stop designated coastal path. It is me, the path, the coast, the sea, birds and wild life and the weather. The weather would be described as bad for beach folk and sun lovers, but great for walkers needing to put in the mileage. It was grey and cool with non of the sunny intervals forecast on TV. We passed some very pretty places, Tregwynt, Abercastle, Aberbraw and Porthgain. Again these villages are full of holiday homes. Houses being reinvented from their original purpose into pleasure places. There seems to be a vogue for painting their houses in bright colours, some of which show questionable taste. We got the Strumble Shuttle back to Trefasser which was where Alan's car was waiting for us. Three guys walking together is a recipe for lots of fun and laughter which was continued over supper. I thought my knee had gone at one point towards the end of today's walk but it was OK. I feel like an old crock and cannot believe that my legs can carry me like today for so many miles. When I swing out of bed, stand up and go downstairs in the morning the feeling is not good and I can only admit astonishment, admiration, and gratitude to this body of mine for being able to go along with what I ask of it and delivering me safely each day.