Wet. Cold. Slow.
Damn cows leave us alone at first.
Then one gets a bit agressive and I hop the wall.
Then can't find a way over that doesn't involve a huge pile of wet cow crap.
Eventually, I just yell at them--something like EEYAA! EEYAA! which I think is what cowhands yell--and they move on. I am so not in the mood.
Finally, we see the promise land: its the lighthouse just over there on the far right! We will make it after all; we're not going to die in the dark on the coast path among the cows. Thank God.
But then we discover there's a huge walk down and back up. Fooking coastal path always does this, especially in the rain, when you're mentally and physically already checked out.