A jellyfish on the beach of Newport. The poor, beautifully coloured thing, sad to say, was dead. I have never seen a jellyfish on a beach before. We arrived at Newport at roughly 16:30 after a six-hour walk. Dave booked into the camping site and Martin and I walked into Newport village, went to a nice cafe and waited for the 17:24 bus to Fishguard to go back to Hamilton Lodge Hostel. We stayed in, I had cheese and pickled onions and stuff like that, Martin had fish and chips from the local fish-and-chips shop and we chatted with Vivienne from Boston and Steve, the extremely relaxed hostel owner. A nice evening after a nice day...