Day 3: An Ordeal to Forget

Our third attempt at traversing across Wales in a completely straight line continues. After surviving the savagery of the farmland by the skin of our teeth, 15 miles of open moorland, forests and reservoirs now separate us from the coast. It was never going to be a walk in the park, especially with a mildly sprained ankle, but in terms of anything or anyone that could physically force us from our line, there should be next to nothing. However in a cruel twist of fate, an issue would arise to send our stress levels right back up to the dizzying heights of the previous day.