This 177-mile path is rated by many the best of Britain’s wonderful national trails. It traces, in part, the course of the earthwork marking the western boundary of the ancient English kingdom of Mercia in the time to the eighth century King Offa.
In places the earthwork still imposes, in others it cannot be traced other than by archaeologists. Indeed, for the most part, what course it once had is many miles away. From time to time the present England/Wales border is coincident with the path; it strays either side, but is principally in Wales.
The path passes through some of southern Britain’s quietest country. Chepstow and Prestatyn, southern and northern termini, are towns of reasonable size; in between lie Monmouth, Hay, Kington, and finally Knighton, from where nothing more than a village lies directly on the path in over ninety miles.

A personal tale

For me, this path marked a return to serious walking after more than a decade away. The break coincided with my return to London; as a student and in my first job, I had lived in York, Worcester and Lincoln, all places with good hills nearby. But in London my priority was political struggle, and that left no time for my old hobby. Then along came family, and there was even less. Until my GP, who recognised in my tale incipient depression, prescribed not pills but a recreation: was there anything I used to do which gave me a break from the everyday, he asked? I used to walk, I said … Offa’s Dyke was to be my first big project.

Transport and accommodation

Chepstow, Knighton and Prestatyn all have rail stations. Abergavenny (for Pandy), Welshpool (for Buttington, Powys) and Chirk are nearby. Knighton, half-way, was for me the obvious break point, but others might plan it differently.
The small towns, and some of the major roads, have bus services – after a fashion. As a southerner, I found it more convenient to reach Chepstow by the London to Cardiff National Express coach, which calls at the town’s bus station, from where local buses run to near the start at Buttington Tump. Some other local bus routes may be relevant. Monmouth has a reasonable service. Pandy, Hay and Kington are linked to Hereford and elsewhere. Northwards from there, things are sparse except for some main roads until Llanymynech and beyond; the Denbighshire area (Llangollen northwards) has good services.
I found that many of the villages had either a pub or B&B serving Offa’s Dyke walkers – this was well before my backpacking days. But a quarter-century on, don’t assume that there will be accommodation where I happened to find it. The Offa’s Dyke National Trail website has an accommodation register; nowadays, I would use that, plus a quick google just in case.

Offa’s Dyke day-by-day

15 October 1990. Sedbury Cliffs to Brockweir. Eight miles.
Most walkers take their first day as a whole day, having stayed in Chepstow the night. I came up on the morning coach from London, took the local bus to Buttington, and still had ample time to walk high above the Wye to the riverside village of Brockweir.
16 October 1990. Brockweir to Llantilio Crossenny. 20 miles.
My goodness what a long way – only time for a cursory look at the historic town of Monmouth (even now I would think twice at planning as many 20-mile stretches as I did this time). I noted ‘a perfect autumn day’ – I can recall looking over the Wye from near the Kymin towards the forested hill of King’s Wood. Llantilio is a tiny village but big enough for its own music and drama festival!
17 October 1990. Llantilio Crossenny to Llanthony. 14 miles.
After such a lovely day, it was a shame to wake to mist – and more of a shame that it was not to lift until near Knighton. This stage crosses farmland before meeting the Black Mountains; however I broke the mountain stage by dropping down to the remote village of Llanthony.
18 October 1990. Llanthony to Rhydspence. 20 miles.
Never underestimate a mountain stage, but the long level track along the broad ridge to Hay Bluff, then the descent to Hay itself, allows for fast walking. Most would want to spend longer in Hay-on-Wye; I made a mental note, and came back to the bookshops some years later. Compensation, off route, was the Rhydspence Inn.
19 October 1990. Rhydspence to Maes-Treylow. 20 miles.
I really didn’t want there to be continual mist on this stretch, with Hergest Ridge and other small hills due to provide glorious views over unspoilt border country. The path runs by the Dyke for long stretches too. Most would stay in Kington, but I found a farm a few miles north. I remember resting for a few minutes at dusk by the Dyke; perhaps the most peaceful pause I can recall.
20 October 1990. Maes-Treylow to Knighton. Seven miles.
Piece of cake after all that had gone before. The cloud lifted too – on the descent to Knighton and the train home.
10 October 1991. Knighton to Newcastle. Nine miles.
I arrived in Knighton on the afternoon train and still had plenty of time for this stage over the first part of the ODP’s notorious switchback. The Crown at Newcastle was a good place to split the difficult up-and-down stretch north from Knighton.
11 October 1991. Newcastle to Buttington. 19 miles.
Gorgeous remote rolling countryside to Brompton Bridge, before a long level stretch along the Dyke itself. The stage finishes with a diversion to the hillfort of Beacon Ring; I stayed at Buttington View, half way down to the village itself.
12 October 1991. Buttington to Trefonen. 18 miles.
Two contrasted halves: river- and canal-side to Llanymynech, followed by relics of industrial workings – including Roman copper mines – to Trefonen. Buttington itself is only three miles by bus from the market town of Welshpool, with its rail service to Shrewsbury and the Midlands, and so would be a practical place to break the walk.
13 October 1991. Trefonen to Llangollen. 17 miles.
The approach to Llangollen is top class, first along Telford’s canal with its vertiginous aqueduct, then the Panorama Walk with its views to the Berwyns. Llangollen is a festival town well worth the diversion. (In summer, the route from Chirk Mill diverts past the Castle).
14 October 1991. Llangollen to Llanarmon-yn-Ial. 15 miles.
The contour around Eglwyseg Mountain, and a short piece of true moorland walking, before the first encounter with the Clwydian range. I broke the range off-route, at Llanarmon: fatefully because …
15 October 1991. Llanarmon to Rhuallt. 18 miles.
Oh what a night. ‘A quiet spot’, the guidebook said. Not in the Raven Inn it wasn’t, with a heavy metal juke box till the small hours. Fretted, I slept barely at all. (The pub now looks delightful – I’m sure this wouldn’t happen again!) Soon after setting off, I noticed plenty of (undoubtedly quieter, despite main road location) accommodation on the A494. But the Clwydians are good rolling hills, and the walk passed well, and I took an early night at the White House.
16 October 1991. Rhuallt to Prestatyn. Eight miles.
Well this is it. Pretty straightforward stuff, the highlight being the final inland cliff two miles short of Prestatyn itself.

Trail log

While walking this route, I made a note of when I passed salient points, and later built them up into a log. It’s been something of a habit since – a different sort of aide-memoire, alongside the map and this page. Click on the link to see it; it also provides a distance chart.
Offa’s Dyke Path distances and times