I am woken up very early by the urgent need to go to the toilet. As I push the curtains aside, I am once again captivated by the beauty of the surrounding nature. Even though Pen Y Fan is covered in hazy veils, the air still promises good weather today. This gives me hope that my driver's arm, which is tanned on one side, could perhaps be compensated for today. I leisurely pack up and then make my way to the hiking car park and leave Pwylln Farm Camping behind me. Thank you for letting me be here.

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It's not that easy to find a space in the hiking car park - the climb to Pen Y Fan is very popular. The travel guide proved to be right. I meet not only, but mostly local tourists here. I lace up my hiking boots and set off. I realize pretty early on that I've dressed too thickly and I'm annoyed by the unnecessary baggage. I'm sweating and panting. The almost year of traineeship made me unathletic and apparently robbed me of all my muscles. Even if the climb is a bit arduous, it is not unfeasibly difficult and, in my opinion, is doable even for virtually inexperienced hikers. I enjoy the view from the summit and am proud of myself again that I made it this far, that I started the journey and didn't let myself be dissuaded by the fact that no one had time. No compromise. I can stay up here as long as I want. So I eat a little something and enjoy the view. I also have to realize that it's not so useless up here to have such thick clothing. I put everything back on because there is a cold wind blowing that even the strong sun can't quite compensate for. I also keep my thick hiking clothes on throughout the entire descent, even though I can clearly feel the moisture underneath. I don't need to get sick right now. I'm so in the flow right now that I don't want to take a break. Once I'm back at the car it's time to take off my clothes and shorten my trouser legs. And then it goes on.

2.5 hour drive to the next campsite. Time goes by quite quickly when I'm constantly looking out for the sea. However, I only see this shortly before my destination, when the streets become so narrow that two cars can only fit next to each other with difficulty and there are occasional pull-out bays. I reach the farm (without any effort) - but I'm dead. Dead tired at least. At the reception I am overjoyed that there are still seats available and that I can even choose where I stand. Even though my email request in advance resulted in nothing other than the information that it was "the busiest time of the year". The lady gives me a list of seats that are still available and I run to check them out. Unfortunately there is no electricity on any of the pitches. Luckily my box is charged to 100%. I choose number 40. So I return to reception and pay for three nights. I move into my quarters with a magnificent view of the sea and then decide to take a look at the place a bit more. Near the reception I spot a small gate that leads to a narrow and almost overgrown and rocky path. I walk it to the left and find wonderful views of the rugged cliffs. The color combination of the rich green of the grass, the pink of the flowers and the blue of the water encourages you to linger. Still, I decide to go back and grab something to drink and put on different shoes. I do that and enter the gate again a few minutes later. This time I walk to the right because I discovered a small bay on Google Maps. I want to check whether you can reach them from above. So I follow the path. The air heated by the sun accumulates in a pleasant way between the dense flowers, grasses and bushes. Despite the proximity to the sea, there is hardly any draft. It had been colder at the campsite. I enjoy every second, even if the beach unfortunately doesn't seem to be accessible. Maybe also because of the flood. In any case, from the distance I see small figures jumping around on the rocks a little further to the left. I'll go back and make myself something to eat. Then I enjoy the fabulous sunset over the sea and lie down contentedly in my bed.