With breakfast done we handed back the key and set off. Then we got called back as we hadn’t paid the final bill. We both thought that the other had done it. Oops!
The walk along the cliff tops was exhilarating but suddenly I realised that Frank had gone missing. (Had he escaped?) I did an extra ‘strenuous’ looking for him but eventually we were reunited. Worse was to come. After a lunch break Frank watched the birds swooping to build their nests. I was feeling a little stiff and decided to walk on slowly. I waited and waited until finally I had to phone him and ask him where he was.
‘Ahead of you,’ he said and waved from the end of the field. Someone must have taken a short cut – I mean wrong turning!
We had a couple more miles to reach the Youth hostel but what a welcome. Hostels don’t open until five but at a few minutes before four we sat in the garden and drank tea made by Andrew the warden. What a friendly place.
Frank made us a supper of pasta in a cheese and tomato sauce and the evening was spent reading.
Verdict: The friendliest warden of a Youth Hostel!
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