Test 015
Reading Practice: A Walk on the Coast Path
Reading Text
The wind started before we had even left the car park. It pulled at our jackets while we checked our boots. My sister Lena had printed a paper map the night before, because she does not trust her phone on this coast, where the signal disappears behind every hill. I laughed at her map. Two hours later I stopped laughing.
We had walked about four miles when the weather changed. The sun, which had been warm since the morning, went behind a low grey cloud, and a thin rain began to fall. We put on the coats that we had carried all morning. The path is marked with small yellow arrows. Below us the sea turned the colour of old metal.
At the halfway point the path dropped into a small fishing village. We had planned to eat our sandwiches on a bench, but the rain had made it wet, so we went into a pub near the harbour instead. The soup was hot, and while we were eating, the owner, who has walked this path many times, told us that the second half was harder.
We left the pub with six miles still to go. My legs had begun to complain. Lena kept the map open in her hand. "If we miss the next turning," she said, "we will walk three extra miles." At the second farm the sign has fallen down, and we checked the map twice. If I did this walk again, I would start earlier.
The last hill was the hardest. We climbed slowly and stopped twice to breathe, and then the whole bay opened below us. I have seen that view in photographs, but photographs do not show the wind. We stood there without speaking. Then we walked down to the car park, twelve miles lighter in the legs and heavier in the boots.