This is probably the last point at which my feet were dry. From this point on, for some five hours or so i walked through bog occasionally having to cross a river and then facing the horror that the forest i had hoped might be a little bit dry was also a bog. The pylons were beginning to quite literally give me a headache and i think i was going a little bit delirious, i also fell over lots due to the rediculously uneven surface, and next time your out and about with a big rucksack on try and imagine falling over.... you hit the ground initially everything seems normal and then bam... the entire weight of your rucksack hits you in the back of the head and you go straight into the ground face first, perpetually relieved that the rock in front of you was covered in spongy moss.
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