This is Knighton, my home sweet home for a day. When I arrived yesterday, I got a quick sense of the town by walking around before going to my B&B. It’s a small town, so that quick sense pretty much covers it. It’s nice enough, and has the quaintness of a town set on a hillside. It all looks good in the photo above, but bear in mind that you can see in that photo about 25% of the businesses in town, and that those business include three hair salons, two small supermarkets (very near each other on the main street—I was standing outside one of them when I shot this), a sweets shop (this seems to be a common theme in small towns: if they’ve got ten businesses or more, one is a candy store, though I don’t think any place that has jars of anise- and menthol-flavored ‘sweets’ in the window should qualify…), two knitting stores, and a kitchenwares store that is also a café. Oh, and the art gallery/antiques store/gift shop that is also a café.

In short, it’s got some businesses, but it’s not much for browsing on an idle day. Put it this way: this morning my B&B host said “If you find yourself at odd ends, there’s a coach that runs on a loop to Presteigne four times a day. Presteigne’s about the same size, but it has some nice shops…”

But I was happy for the day to do little. Did laundry and blogged this morning, walked around town two or three times, and stopped by the Offa’s Dyke Center and did, indeed, buy a T-shirt and a rather so-so refrigerator magnet (I collect them on my travels, but most aren’t this sort of cheap rubber thing—I like a good chunky metal rectangle with an image on it. Oh well). This afternoon, I read up a bit on the next few days of walking and napped.

Having eaten out last night (a pretty good pasta carbonara at the George and Dragon Inn), I opted to buy a couple of Cornish pasties tonight and dined in my room watching the BBC.

In short, when I’m not walking, I’m a boring person. Tune in tomorrow for a return to adventures, encounters with livestock, and photographs of a section of the walk that is reputed (by my guide at least) to have some really lovely views. As opposed to those so far, which have been crap? Well, even though walking guides rarely say “this section has bad views and little to recommend it,” I am hopeful that the praise is not hyperbolic about view-rich Kerry Ridgeway, which I will hit in the late afternoon.

Oh, and the headline for this post? An old Coca Cola slogan, appropriately enough.

Miles walked: Zero. Okay, I probably walked a mile just ambling around town. But it hardly counts.