The afternoon was well advanced when I got away. Instead of heading out to Langsett again I headed out of town on the A57 and took a right on the Strines road. I parked the car a little past Strines where a track leads down towards Broggin, Dowd that way then on down through the woods to the footbridge a little up from the reservoir. The woods were beautiful today, carpeted with bluebells. From the edge of the woods a pleasant path climbs up towards Boot’s Folly. This was built in1927 by Charles Boot of Sugworth Hall, the son of Henry Boot who had founded a successful Sheffield construction company. There was a staircase but it got demolished back in the day after a cow got in and got stuck. Some cows around today and some calves but they were very chilled and didn’t mind me. I wandered up the hill to touch base on the Sugworth Road then back the way I came. ​

Saturday had been fine. Sunday was overcast with intermittent light rain. I had no complaints. The poor weather keep people away and it was miles quieter than last week. I just did the simplest of walks. Up Cut Gate, visit Margery Hill trig point.  Down Cut Gate again. By now the weather was beautiful. A simple and familiar walk. But lovely. My new weekly ritual. The only time I leave the house till I wonder when.

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Another classic Peak Dictrict stroll. I parked in the Surpise View car park. I went through a gate saying Bull in field but I saw no bull. By this point everyone in the UK is far too scared of covid-19 to be bothered by a silly old bull anyway. A pleasant climb through birch wood brought me up and amongthe rock sculpture park that is the top of Owler Tor. Then on to the top of Higger Tor, down to the bridge, back round Higger tor over Carl Wark and home. The paths down from Carl Wark all lead down to the Toad's Mouth so to get to Surprise View without a boring road walk I had to criss some pathless bog. But by this point everyone in the UK is far too scared of covid-19 to be bothered by a bit of pathless bog.

I parked in Hope by the church and headed up Edale Road a short way to where a little road branches off right signposted to Twitchill Farm. A track goes under the bridge and up to the farm whereit turns into a path that climbs diagonally up right to kand a bit to the west of the summit which is soon reached. From here I headed west then northwest along the lovely ridge that stretches out towards Hope Cross. In os eplaces the path is poretty ruined by people on offroad vehicles. Otherwise the walking here is lovely. I followed the ridge for further than I meant to and ended up descending rather steeply to Upper Fulwood Farm then down its track to Bagshaw Bridge and then the windy road back into Hope and home.

Garth Hill is Cardiff's local little hill and evidently a popular spot for people to walk their dogs, or their children, or just themselves on a sunny day like today. A narrow litte road skirts it to the south. There is a parking place on this from which a path zigzags up onto the northeast end of the summit ridge. At the foot of the path a sign reads: "The footpath ahead is prone to erosion and may be unsafe. You are advised to find an alternative route. Should you proceed you do so at your own risk." It's an odd sign as the path is lovely and perfectly safe, or as safe as any hill path can be. I wonder if perhaps there was once an accident here - as there can be anywhere - and the authorities put the sign up just for the sake of being seen to be doing something. An easy walk all the way on nice paths in fact. Halfway along the ridge there is a one of those thingummies that tells you what everything is you can see in the view.

Back the same way then drove to Nangarw where I tucked my car into a space on the road that branches off the A68. Right across the road from here is signposted access to the Taff Valley Trail. I followed this southwest past the west end of the long ridge that is Craig yr Allt. Then up. There are loads of paths hereabouts and I string them together in ways that seemed to work, climbuing up to the mast on the shoulder then more or less straight along the ridge to the top where there is neither trig point nor cairn. Which brings me to the end of the Marilyns in section 32C. (368 Marilyns altogether. Only 1189 to go...)

The Port Talbot Marilyns. There is space for a couple of cars to park at Blaen-Baglan Farm. From here up Mynydd Dinas is mostly on the well signposted Welch Coast Path. When this gets as high as it is going to two tracks lead of to the left a short way apart just before a gate into a field (which the WCP bypasses to the right). I mistakenly and carelessly went up the second of these from which the way to the summit is blocked by impenetrable trees to everyone except beetles. The first, as I then discovered, is the right way leading as it does to a path that branches off to the trig point. According to hillbagging.co.uk the summit is not the trig but rather "ground 2m NE of flat rock 65m E of trig point". So I wandered east for what felt like roughly 65m. I didn't spot a flat rock but reckon I was near enough for it to count. Back down the same way. the viewws of Port Talbot and the sea from the WCP near the top are impressive if not exactly beautiful in any convenytional sense.

A more virtuous person than me would have done the whole walk over both hills on foot. But instead I drove to the start of the track on the road west of Foel Fynyddau. There is space to park on the edge of the start of the track. It's an easy walk up a good path past some bedraggled looked horses in a field to the top with its big radio masts. There were lots of off road bike people around, ignoring the signs that were everywhere telling off road bikers to go away. The sensible way back is the same way. But just for fun in a spirit of exploration I kept going east on the track for a bit then turned off down a little path running due south into the woods in the spirit of, Let's see where this goes. Down was the answer. Then along, then down a bit more and all quite complicated. At times extremely steep, on the edge of what is safely walkable. . There were surprisingly many little paths crisscrossing down this steep woody slope. Eventually I reached the track at the bottom of the woods above Cwmavon and followed it home.