tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371286692024-03-14T12:51:46.826+00:00Turn Left at Bognor PierThe story of a trek round the coastline of mainland Britain by two OAPsRosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.comBlogger405125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-35212144153367711482023-03-27T16:45:00.001+01:002023-03-27T16:45:16.860+01:00Current<span style="color: #20124d;">Hello to all my regular readers! I know there are a number of you out there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Thank you for your interest.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> I had better get this blog up to date. It has been a long time, but then a lot has happened.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We have a lot to be proud of since we started this trek in 1998. We have walked nearly four thousand miles along the coast. During that time I have had five operations on my legs and Colin has had three on his bladder. We have had to contend with Foot & Mouth restrictions, financial problems when a mortgage got out of hand, bereavement and Covid restrictions. Still we carried on when we could, but all the time we were getting older.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> By September 2021 we had reached Manorbier in South Pembrokeshire. I had found the last few Walks extremely difficult, and on the way back from this particular Walk I had a near-collapse. I realised that age and infirmity had overtaken me, and regrettably we decided to throw in the towel! I could no longer cope with the roller-coaster nature of the coastal path.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">My husband and walking companion, Colin, was also giving cause for concern with strange behaviour quirks. But it was not until October 2022 that he was diagnosed with a rare form of Alzheimer's. Since then he has gone rapidly downhill. He can no longer drive, and walks only short distances in a shuffle. His short-term memory is completely gone, he cannot take part in a conversation, he cannot remember even the layout of our home, thinks I am someone else and thinks he's not at home when he is. He cannot carry out simple tasks like making a cup of tea. He was also diagnosed with atrial fibrilation last October, and recently with heart failure which caused his hands and feet to swell alarmingly.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">But all is not lost -- because my nephew, Gerry Clifton, has asked if he can start at Manorbier and complete our Trek back to Bognor Regis! (He is only 30, so he has plenty of time before old age catches up with him!) I was delighted to say "Yes!" so long as he takes loads of photos along the way so we can see the places we can no longer visit. Hopefully he will also take over this blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Good luck, Gerry!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">To all my readers, thank you for your interest in our venture.</span></div>
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PS Go to <span class="caption" data-ft="{"tn":"L"}"><a href="http://www.bognorregisbeach.co.uk/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">www.bognorregisbeach.co.uk</a></span> to see what is happening NOW just left of Bognor Pier! (On the website, click on '<span style="font-size: small;">Live Webcam</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">'</span><b></b><span style="font-size: small;">)</span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-84086005195539480322021-09-12T17:14:00.050+01:002022-07-02T17:36:51.435+01:00Walk 400 -- Amroth to Pendine (No.5 of the new setup)<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 127 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
269 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Very wet.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Amroth to Pendine.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
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wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we got there and back: We were staying in our caravan at
Freshwater East. After visiting Laugharne we paid a quick visit to
Pendine, but didn't stay because it was pouring with rain.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><i> </i></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><i>(We visited Laugharne and Pendine in the wrong order in our
efforts to avoid roadworks traffic lights, but in actual fact we got
rather lost!)</i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The following May we visited Pendine again because we felt we hadn't
done it justice. The weather was much better and we walked on the
famous sands for a bit.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-skm60NJ-mCtPzHvh6liD3vJcW852Dg30gswVMi9W-mvJ4-StqLd3mXla8mtKrq58RRXrigKx9CmDE0eSBS9pq_Ne8-dAAPKi8X366ht76nDHdd7T9ecFpPsG0CtViHNZ0iI8Cw-eDNfK1PZ_nUeXXI5GHsQ7ft6W9XX_nS3lZKDuZlvBQ/s1024/1.%20Pendine.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="1024" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-skm60NJ-mCtPzHvh6liD3vJcW852Dg30gswVMi9W-mvJ4-StqLd3mXla8mtKrq58RRXrigKx9CmDE0eSBS9pq_Ne8-dAAPKi8X366ht76nDHdd7T9ecFpPsG0CtViHNZ0iI8Cw-eDNfK1PZ_nUeXXI5GHsQ7ft6W9XX_nS3lZKDuZlvBQ/w400-h294/1.%20Pendine.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We drove into Pendine in the teeming rain at the end of a very long
day. We parked momentarily while I nipped out of the car and took
just one quick photo of the famous sands. Then we returned to the
caravan.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcB6Dk9H86uHWHKShuvm0bBd88nkIqy6H-T1xmmCAZ_gopaOdL8pQeCht0Axw7vSdXV0xkVZv7hXwuVDlAz9BjjSFaconp8bpsCHLWbdYp52IB-u66ugn1YZzs_bkaMLLQkH8xovudYyYPvDo2U8XjFxHmA_yIgbhyKK4Hddw9dYcD6XOZw/s1024/2.%20Pendine.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcB6Dk9H86uHWHKShuvm0bBd88nkIqy6H-T1xmmCAZ_gopaOdL8pQeCht0Axw7vSdXV0xkVZv7hXwuVDlAz9BjjSFaconp8bpsCHLWbdYp52IB-u66ugn1YZzs_bkaMLLQkH8xovudYyYPvDo2U8XjFxHmA_yIgbhyKK4Hddw9dYcD6XOZw/w400-h300/2.%20Pendine.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We really felt we hadn't done Pendine justice. So eight months
later, when we were in the area again, we returned. The weather was
much better that day. Colin wanted to visit the Museum of Speed, but
we found that it was being rebuilt and it was only half finished. So
he was disappointed.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Vh9dAlYjsbn6yQMQ-xHNNlDIQII5gsQsvV9Vmn4zt8dw81Vl1sMuR4fiNV5UHL8KX86HQCh-qqa8RFreAFRG1PgRPvCa_winwWuUwlcfIBAZ3hc86nJJt0UTKSVFAmw4-iRbPQjC8deQQ5TsEuNYDVZ5jvDQIoMZN5r0uGMHsW9dv8sHNg/s1024/4.%20Pendine.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Vh9dAlYjsbn6yQMQ-xHNNlDIQII5gsQsvV9Vmn4zt8dw81Vl1sMuR4fiNV5UHL8KX86HQCh-qqa8RFreAFRG1PgRPvCa_winwWuUwlcfIBAZ3hc86nJJt0UTKSVFAmw4-iRbPQjC8deQQ5TsEuNYDVZ5jvDQIoMZN5r0uGMHsW9dv8sHNg/s320/4.%20Pendine.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>The Coast Path leaves Pembrokeshire where it leaves Amroth, and
enters the county of Carmarthenshire. The four miles between Amroth
and Pendine show very close contours on the map — up and down, up
and down. I couldn't possibly have walked it in any weather in my
present state of mobility, I realise that now. We looked at the
cliffs from the sands, in particular at the steepness of the path
coming down into Pendine. Despite my fantastic replacement knees, I
can't do steep slopes downwards like that anymore.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RiMHBYF-lZvzLaqXTeibolA-elhX6Fsqki5ukv2eL1_9uImV4z4qGpB03OUaJ5CcUkw826BsOwZ6pME-yTGN4pt830ozqnJE8hYXLj4NP3tbyjKZO2wPCj2xiTieKliCuvfn4T5R4aytIUJVoOtKw8H21XyfYkxslLHsB8MVRuPYJQxiTA/s1024/3.%20Pendine.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RiMHBYF-lZvzLaqXTeibolA-elhX6Fsqki5ukv2eL1_9uImV4z4qGpB03OUaJ5CcUkw826BsOwZ6pME-yTGN4pt830ozqnJE8hYXLj4NP3tbyjKZO2wPCj2xiTieKliCuvfn4T5R4aytIUJVoOtKw8H21XyfYkxslLHsB8MVRuPYJQxiTA/w400-h300/3.%20Pendine.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>In the early 1900s the sands were used as a venue for car and motor
cycle races. From 1922 the annual Welsh TT motor cycle event was
held at Pendine Sands. The firm, flat surface of the beach created a
race track that was straighter and smoother than many major roads of
the time.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The first person to use Pendine Sands for a world land speed record
attempt was Malcolm Campbell. On 25 September 1924 he set a world
land speed record of 146.16 mph on Pendine Sands in his Sunbeam 350HP
car Blue Bird.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><span style="color: #20124d;">Four other record-breaking runs were made on Pendine Sands between 1924 and 1927; two more by Campbell, and two by Welshman J. G. Parry-Thomas in his car Babs. </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Campbell raised the record to 174.22 mph in February 1927 with his
second Blue Bird. On 3 March 1927 Parry-Thomas attempted to beat
Campbell's record. On his final run while travelling at about 170
mph the car crashed. There is an untrue urban myth that the exposed
drive chain broke and partially decapitated him; Babs went out
of control and rolled over Parry.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The Ministry of Defence acquired Pendine Sands during the Second
World War and used it as a firing range. The beach is still owned by
the Ministry of Defence; prominent signs warn of the dangers of
unexploded munitions and public access is restricted.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPZLyj-PpHNFzNNakrc82sVOtr67E4hOqvd_JkOE5EaUSdmQT2W141wyD7_fcoqtTp949IbcRNSw-HehDK277jowXkNptbeT-p1jJcWXzhZsctbaHd16tLZOUKAPhIXBR80t5rOv3Oa3Ld8z-31RAeh5KOqn5_PSU1voEcu4ollTffP2OOA/s1024/5.%20Pendine.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPZLyj-PpHNFzNNakrc82sVOtr67E4hOqvd_JkOE5EaUSdmQT2W141wyD7_fcoqtTp949IbcRNSw-HehDK277jowXkNptbeT-p1jJcWXzhZsctbaHd16tLZOUKAPhIXBR80t5rOv3Oa3Ld8z-31RAeh5KOqn5_PSU1voEcu4ollTffP2OOA/w400-h300/5.%20Pendine.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We walked for a bit on these famous sands, but didn't go very far
beyond the Ministry of Defence warning notice. At least we were able
to take the photos we hadn't been able to last September.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf012nRTejn9E11bZIHWHLu4WYDCMRe9GvbCUaqqkwd6uf3tyl8llXhJTqAq8Rg65xs9O9Vtq5lFJtvcvZZewAE6EJZzPgNg4ondKRXsotEL_VPly9OYPhH3k0pdT7wrtJGUJKJ_-GGbIhKL4v6IP7vw2qjmu-vh7F5BOCFWPnwnNr40D4Xg/s1024/6.%20Pendine.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1024" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf012nRTejn9E11bZIHWHLu4WYDCMRe9GvbCUaqqkwd6uf3tyl8llXhJTqAq8Rg65xs9O9Vtq5lFJtvcvZZewAE6EJZzPgNg4ondKRXsotEL_VPly9OYPhH3k0pdT7wrtJGUJKJ_-GGbIhKL4v6IP7vw2qjmu-vh7F5BOCFWPnwnNr40D4Xg/w400-h295/6.%20Pendine.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-65908873275871292742021-09-10T17:10:00.043+01:002022-07-01T17:23:47.090+01:00Walk 399 -- Saundersfoot to Amroth (no. 4 of the new setup)<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"> <span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 125 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
267days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Cloudy.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Saundersfoot to Amroth.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we got there and back: We were staying in our caravan at
Freshwater East. After visiting Saundersfoot we drove on to Amroth
via Wiseman's Bridge.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV533YKkUmwKxd8h7WYPyFXs9-rsurvPDSUowP4CTDLE2aK3ywd-iKUHN_M1OdHPePgNtAPNCibriQ5eAU0DoafjnwmVZVUImBAJ9qESdn1nx-6LrvcXMPcpr9kvOuFxhaJHP5dP2biAF2K8OOGIAPRQ3KMTh5BP0yooqtH4n61luiHAiTg/s1024/1.%20Wiseman's%20Bridge.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV533YKkUmwKxd8h7WYPyFXs9-rsurvPDSUowP4CTDLE2aK3ywd-iKUHN_M1OdHPePgNtAPNCibriQ5eAU0DoafjnwmVZVUImBAJ9qESdn1nx-6LrvcXMPcpr9kvOuFxhaJHP5dP2biAF2K8OOGIAPRQ3KMTh5BP0yooqtH4n61luiHAiTg/w400-h300/1.%20Wiseman's%20Bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We drove on from Saundersfoot to Wiseman's Bridge, initially. There
we parked momentarily so I could take a couple of photos.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwMw6HsKVQRQI2Qig4DZ1VnqVD-301HAsdIsWuVmF9mN9pCEdKyWtezbwlKJNtHfc4o0rLwxXpzzKzcUu4JAwvQFVruw2vNAGLdJ1zj49trm8rYN9mEId_NdT5Oy8W13ynvcW2yaF1hCtGaEJ8Em1RHOHX-kBaFqfxRIZs59HK3KvLW6lOg/s1024/2.%20Wiseman's%20Bridge.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwMw6HsKVQRQI2Qig4DZ1VnqVD-301HAsdIsWuVmF9mN9pCEdKyWtezbwlKJNtHfc4o0rLwxXpzzKzcUu4JAwvQFVruw2vNAGLdJ1zj49trm8rYN9mEId_NdT5Oy8W13ynvcW2yaF1hCtGaEJ8Em1RHOHX-kBaFqfxRIZs59HK3KvLW6lOg/w400-h300/2.%20Wiseman's%20Bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Then we drove on to Amroth and parked by the “castle”. </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaJec-7OgEBbvwNGqgfKWyMFs4JfLB11VWGJOB9OiWaumoW8QSZUgvgue4Yo0lCeohCN7q9H4-zQVVdqUGOiwEywb7ixIuzp3wiNaZ4nJbaO-n06r-p0lw6EUXlWpfjjkfz6Am3OhutaneLmKEs0QCHazWhWy4L_gw6gH3udqkmlkHA1ldg/s1024/5.%20Amroth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaJec-7OgEBbvwNGqgfKWyMFs4JfLB11VWGJOB9OiWaumoW8QSZUgvgue4Yo0lCeohCN7q9H4-zQVVdqUGOiwEywb7ixIuzp3wiNaZ4nJbaO-n06r-p0lw6EUXlWpfjjkfz6Am3OhutaneLmKEs0QCHazWhWy4L_gw6gH3udqkmlkHA1ldg/w400-h300/5.%20Amroth.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>That was
a disappointment — the “castle” turned out to be an ordinary
house with battlements as a decoration, and the whole complex had
been turned into a holiday park with wooden chalets everywhere.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5JWs3yJstkFQ1B3i_4mMrJNzgx4GKm9a2LM7wIwALXy88X6bbvWDKxYPAjyUER4nADlEGJMdeUqo4regeTA5xDomkT1lpF9pwaz72YYGIzJyl3LT7KZatDIXjwH1gvftyHtBupnH5DxVEz5zWxKSvVmJ4wBTCkHakHo0jfSt7d7bxmsrDw/s1024/3.%20Amroth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5JWs3yJstkFQ1B3i_4mMrJNzgx4GKm9a2LM7wIwALXy88X6bbvWDKxYPAjyUER4nADlEGJMdeUqo4regeTA5xDomkT1lpF9pwaz72YYGIzJyl3LT7KZatDIXjwH1gvftyHtBupnH5DxVEz5zWxKSvVmJ4wBTCkHakHo0jfSt7d7bxmsrDw/w400-h300/3.%20Amroth.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I expect we could have walked there via Wiseman's Bridge from the
tunnels at Saundersfoot because it was only about two miles, and it
was fairly flat because it was a cycleway. But we would then have
had to walk back, it was the end of the day and we were tired. So we
didn't.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbajtC0OgfAYA4ALJNwx9MBZjB4uIIFO3l605ppaCBm45nF7vI8vKhvMyLzt7tD1wgFMZ5VlA_uAtll5XjqYHktBwhYq6dODI3kI6QCVqwJl_1U-2E8SGd_pNdT_LPnEyB99RS18-4EZUCoDZdlBH5yB2-Z7yDdSKyauh_mQAosQk-YkaA5w/s1024/4.%20Amroth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1024" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbajtC0OgfAYA4ALJNwx9MBZjB4uIIFO3l605ppaCBm45nF7vI8vKhvMyLzt7tD1wgFMZ5VlA_uAtll5XjqYHktBwhYq6dODI3kI6QCVqwJl_1U-2E8SGd_pNdT_LPnEyB99RS18-4EZUCoDZdlBH5yB2-Z7yDdSKyauh_mQAosQk-YkaA5w/w400-h293/4.%20Amroth.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><span style="color: #20124d;">To tell the truth, we were losing heart.</span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-64126536746221872432021-09-10T11:14:00.087+01:002022-06-21T17:55:19.389+01:00Walk 398 -- Tenby to Saundersfoot (no.3 of the new setup)<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
Ages: Colin was 79 years and 125 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
267days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: A little drizzle. Mostly just cloudy.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Tenby to Saundersfoot.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we got there and back: We were staying in our caravan at
Freshwater East. We drove to Waterwynch Bay, Monkstone Point and
Saundersfoot from there.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGLB_S_KK36hi3nh2i9_alNUs2zhwCEWzpFFZjUZMYLlRqfHd9NL_U1aFgr8lUX1rSR6KidT9xTmRDLZ0iThOBXR0NtSFMjYZsVc9qtPziroyuRWsG46I8CONiTi7giN4eLw75B74LwEhsnk94-dpn9vkqDrG1yZoAn0S4gmIv7Id9Su0dA/s1024/1.%20Waterwynch%20Bay%201976.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGLB_S_KK36hi3nh2i9_alNUs2zhwCEWzpFFZjUZMYLlRqfHd9NL_U1aFgr8lUX1rSR6KidT9xTmRDLZ0iThOBXR0NtSFMjYZsVc9qtPziroyuRWsG46I8CONiTi7giN4eLw75B74LwEhsnk94-dpn9vkqDrG1yZoAn0S4gmIv7Id9Su0dA/w200-h150/1.%20Waterwynch%20Bay%201976.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>About
a mile north of Tenby lies </span></span><i><b>Waterwynch Bay</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
where we took our kids for a holiday in a static caravan way back in
1976. They were aged 3,4,6 and 8, and we all had a wonderful time on
that little sandy beach. We tried to drive down there today despite
the fact a notice told us the lane was closed “except for access”,
but it just got more and more narrow until it turned into a footpath.
We turned round with great difficulty and retreated to the main
road. We'll just have to continue to live on our memories.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7HOLp6WLjVcoKWzz325G0tTpfJleCyfnHCHJI2WUgqlFj37SlbC2LZSGVEW64es8e5Am275Hcdq_LsxOmaKRtaM2Ow2bOvEyHTB2KJ8tDZQZ5pBC9rT6Wk-WMzdvAtYXhBNQvkZhSx0T-Ej0Hiswi5eKzL2qtvt7p2vXQwt7roywJ3gBLg/s1024/2.%20Monkstone%20Point%201976.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7HOLp6WLjVcoKWzz325G0tTpfJleCyfnHCHJI2WUgqlFj37SlbC2LZSGVEW64es8e5Am275Hcdq_LsxOmaKRtaM2Ow2bOvEyHTB2KJ8tDZQZ5pBC9rT6Wk-WMzdvAtYXhBNQvkZhSx0T-Ej0Hiswi5eKzL2qtvt7p2vXQwt7roywJ3gBLg/w200-h150/2.%20Monkstone%20Point%201976.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>About
a mile further on is </span></span><i><b>Monkstone Point</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
Back in 1976 we came here several times and accessed the beach by
sliding down a huge rock set at a 45</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">º</span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
angle. The children thought it was thrilling! Today we drove down
the lane towards it and found it to be slightly wider and less
potholey than the lane to Waterwynch Bay. We came to a notice which
read “</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">No beach
parking beyond this point</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">”.
So we parked in the layby there and booted up. We continued to walk
the last quarter of a mile.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXQYl7-w0WTs7W4tNv_1dGIhYYnFDsEGyrBqTvOuxEVJqHr0CnWKPf5OlSZFzo6tvfrTJFk_ehOJPIKwvWbdz0wggU74U9aX4NfT6JtpgPzhuz7b6_fAL2C3oqUgzyDNrdd80EYiPuIVos74ZEc1bRGBCeUlKcO4Thbk2TG-Yko8Irfdzmg/s1024/3.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXQYl7-w0WTs7W4tNv_1dGIhYYnFDsEGyrBqTvOuxEVJqHr0CnWKPf5OlSZFzo6tvfrTJFk_ehOJPIKwvWbdz0wggU74U9aX4NfT6JtpgPzhuz7b6_fAL2C3oqUgzyDNrdd80EYiPuIVos74ZEc1bRGBCeUlKcO4Thbk2TG-Yko8Irfdzmg/s320/3.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The
farm there is now a caravan site. We walked through the edge of it
and across a field. Through a gate was a junction of paths — we
were on the Coast Path. The path to the left led steeply downhill
towards Saundersfoot. The path to the right led even more steeply
downhill to the beach. So we took the middle path in the hopes of
getting out on to the Point to see the view. But it got steeper and
steeper until I called a halt and said I didn't want to go any
further — I didn't want to have to climb back up that hill!</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVWK-yEDDRpEVY2OHOKG3AW4Y65keg95qqHVk1goimlVRVCzIWrdMaIhGooaZDcPrM3uKnca-EZRhaKE1Hjw1MZPMpnJlnzn9P6tNK4a1tkDnkvkw6Ot7_7jj1_voxUwiht_Slv06LlpIhCz4sdKluU-4XelKp8K_RxECzorVX4wcMel9Eg/s1024/4.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="1024" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVWK-yEDDRpEVY2OHOKG3AW4Y65keg95qqHVk1goimlVRVCzIWrdMaIhGooaZDcPrM3uKnca-EZRhaKE1Hjw1MZPMpnJlnzn9P6tNK4a1tkDnkvkw6Ot7_7jj1_voxUwiht_Slv06LlpIhCz4sdKluU-4XelKp8K_RxECzorVX4wcMel9Eg/w400-h293/4.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Colin
said, “</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">There's a
view just here on this path through the hedge!</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">”
And sure enough the path led to a hidden cliff top after only a few
yards, and there was a lovely view of the cliff further on and a tiny
beach below.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd3zrvCnv5GoEhiD5ZUaGmH-fCD4cUOGSx8naadcdXdn3s0uNHGxOMep7YoRDOjDiSj1Cal6j1HkHZJ8AcjL9tuv5T-7YSBAQ8BtjDm5ifOBSE88NuB8GFy1PUIJivNyrjreq4M9s8qByQ_So4NdB4DKpkNNjR1hOuaBUMTGm9nQ8jI4iIA/s1024/5.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd3zrvCnv5GoEhiD5ZUaGmH-fCD4cUOGSx8naadcdXdn3s0uNHGxOMep7YoRDOjDiSj1Cal6j1HkHZJ8AcjL9tuv5T-7YSBAQ8BtjDm5ifOBSE88NuB8GFy1PUIJivNyrjreq4M9s8qByQ_So4NdB4DKpkNNjR1hOuaBUMTGm9nQ8jI4iIA/s320/5.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Then
Colin said, “</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">There's
a grave here, I think it's a dog!</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">”
The inscription said, “</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">S.G.
You'll always be our Everglow RTRT XXXX</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">”
We reckoned someone's pet dog ran through the gap in the hedge not
realising the cliff was there and tumbled down it to it's death.
There were some fresh-cut flowers on the grave too, very sad. As we
returned up the path we met a group of people with several dogs, not
all of them on leads. So we warned them about the cliff edge just
through the hedge. They thanked us and pulled their dogs to.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Back at the junction we noticed a higher path going off to the right
— it was behind a hedge so we hadn't noticed it coming down. It
led upwards through a wood, and it was on the very cliff edge. It
was quite steep and slippery in places, not a nice path. We followed
it up to a gate which led into a field where it was flatter. It was,
of course, the coast path coming from Tenby. There was now a thick
high hedge between us and the sea view.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlc-w45BjsfNFZFvaUTVDF3qSVxxgB2JUCFk1ncjjmuIi3DJSI0eI2OUO3wMKEgpSzZL9X3VUPH-63m2aVMfxNoQIB5kRes6LkWvIMrch8o0fSugcKCK1Il9Kks3NPn4tCQfRomvV6_vc5BOSXjC8OOb9EicXvWTlFhixOHjR64UKfDSSXg/s1024/6.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlc-w45BjsfNFZFvaUTVDF3qSVxxgB2JUCFk1ncjjmuIi3DJSI0eI2OUO3wMKEgpSzZL9X3VUPH-63m2aVMfxNoQIB5kRes6LkWvIMrch8o0fSugcKCK1Il9Kks3NPn4tCQfRomvV6_vc5BOSXjC8OOb9EicXvWTlFhixOHjR64UKfDSSXg/s320/6.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We walked to a corner hoping
we would get a view there, but there was only a notice saying the
path was closed due to landslides, and to follow a new route round
the edge of the field. At that point it started to drizzle, so we
put on our kags and returned to the car — across the field, not
that steep and slippery path through the woods.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVWjR8plFRp0JyRdWkpMqEPKCwlEuuVe4YKowDzFcHHxHT5c6rzh8vNK2vmmsgX6tPbtPR6qznqS0nF7r8SQrT7_df88ELE7-p22VEPrTyIvJMuOUux7gHoQSqZuSprB6ZRmgO7XDKQ5QQ0vdJVFlZCFzJE7EutEY9kNUK2JdLZg-MuUgzQ/s1024/7.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVWjR8plFRp0JyRdWkpMqEPKCwlEuuVe4YKowDzFcHHxHT5c6rzh8vNK2vmmsgX6tPbtPR6qznqS0nF7r8SQrT7_df88ELE7-p22VEPrTyIvJMuOUux7gHoQSqZuSprB6ZRmgO7XDKQ5QQ0vdJVFlZCFzJE7EutEY9kNUK2JdLZg-MuUgzQ/w400-h300/7.%20Monkstone%20Point.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Quite a number of people were out walking the coast path today —
and all of them were a lot younger than us!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">I didn't want to go to Saundersfoot because the only other time I
have ever been there, in 2015, we had a very unhappy experience.
Suffice it to say it involved our grandchildren and our
daughter-in-law. I remember sitting on the sea front crying my eyes
out every time I saw a three-generation family enjoying themselves,
or children happily playing with their grandparents. Colin was
upset, but he didn't take it as badly as I did. I have never been so
upset about anything in my life. But we went today, and despite
those unhappy associations it wasn't so bad.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
first car park we tried was full, and so was the second on the
harbour. But then a car behind us left, so we hurriedly backed into
its space — we were in! Saundersfoot was </span></span><i><b>heaving!
</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
But the tide was right out, leaving the harbour quite dry, and down
on the wide sandy beach it wasn't so bad.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-G6soUBw1E9At5asBaayCrZCWLxwBwrIordzOH9IhuMAPZZrUpMtRNotU-Tl4mzxTyhHeRCeyIZpYe7RK-BpKa0dMPAop5iQL7vtq1oy7QNHiuB0FCcriLdRwQz1fj7F-0_Vjb_JbrQZwApLkHk82_GW-u4v5Jern7c1vhroGReuDjas8Gg/s1024/8.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-G6soUBw1E9At5asBaayCrZCWLxwBwrIordzOH9IhuMAPZZrUpMtRNotU-Tl4mzxTyhHeRCeyIZpYe7RK-BpKa0dMPAop5iQL7vtq1oy7QNHiuB0FCcriLdRwQz1fj7F-0_Vjb_JbrQZwApLkHk82_GW-u4v5Jern7c1vhroGReuDjas8Gg/w400-h300/8.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFP-_p1u7xYkAKGPsCfbky4Z5H5adp6gVV77GZtoDaGzY56tSH0cYUWLX91Yi4HVKKkpSyTh5WwhdOZqKzg9mUfXsBqFe9nyZlGVxtl8vJV1eK46t1mJ03fgQgJodcYoszAdaHG9ORs0QUq6-sKfAc6_2SZ_vVyNonSYO21moEYAOGG6aOg/s1024/11.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFP-_p1u7xYkAKGPsCfbky4Z5H5adp6gVV77GZtoDaGzY56tSH0cYUWLX91Yi4HVKKkpSyTh5WwhdOZqKzg9mUfXsBqFe9nyZlGVxtl8vJV1eK46t1mJ03fgQgJodcYoszAdaHG9ORs0QUq6-sKfAc6_2SZ_vVyNonSYO21moEYAOGG6aOg/w200-h150/11.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="200" /></a></div> We started our walk by the
harbour because that is where the coast path from Tenby comes down
into Saundersfoot. We walked along the front and then down on the
beach for a while where Colin found a little crab.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21QFrviL2eitHY5zW3LPj-U1aAAGioWwxCr2b9xFnCNZaU0ITSgtBEHDPUrYMQhRchBnQIzk36wDVftlZsKKQNFKDhlI4vfyvdRtQkkCvV0elRHqnznMWzd-llHASHz1ngxxVQbdUzLZbt03X6YEl7oQhd16B6zu2NqG_mPeQhsHQ7Me_Rg/s1024/9.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21QFrviL2eitHY5zW3LPj-U1aAAGioWwxCr2b9xFnCNZaU0ITSgtBEHDPUrYMQhRchBnQIzk36wDVftlZsKKQNFKDhlI4vfyvdRtQkkCvV0elRHqnznMWzd-llHASHz1ngxxVQbdUzLZbt03X6YEl7oQhd16B6zu2NqG_mPeQhsHQ7Me_Rg/w400-h300/9.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We rounded a big
rock, and then went up to a car park and restaurant complex. We
wished we'd parked there because that car park was only half full —
and cheaper!</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9XVzB3SEhYWuxns-OBTKjCdFjgJcrAcdFEqTGgreUCYfUsgaDUGCCeZIOQuxmiUSJOFSfKSdyZN_FF7oz0gEZSB_UvNfE4CeD0STdGaYvHgB2gc_aCqhb84ycGwDYg7HQjo6O7cTVuf_fKdlCMiD-K7_KLC4BqwC1sK8HYfB4MTbPkJOTw/s1024/13.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9XVzB3SEhYWuxns-OBTKjCdFjgJcrAcdFEqTGgreUCYfUsgaDUGCCeZIOQuxmiUSJOFSfKSdyZN_FF7oz0gEZSB_UvNfE4CeD0STdGaYvHgB2gc_aCqhb84ycGwDYg7HQjo6O7cTVuf_fKdlCMiD-K7_KLC4BqwC1sK8HYfB4MTbPkJOTw/w400-h300/13.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We'd
seen the Coast Path disappear into a tunnel on its way to Amroth, so
we just </span></span><i><b>had</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
to follow it!</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS6PDNaogXshOzjnoQuWTVcz-BAgftNCzAKmMHEchziY3coogByrfGx3oJH1dG5IurVMcZsTnYSpyyWY2VejYldntdiFGHrBsFoR-LgqGpBLkLX5NiPLyBUPLDRhc5jTgZKuBMj6v408MseUxGpxWKhySYL3sX5Sae9ej7fFzQ3eORb8UgQ/s1024/14.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS6PDNaogXshOzjnoQuWTVcz-BAgftNCzAKmMHEchziY3coogByrfGx3oJH1dG5IurVMcZsTnYSpyyWY2VejYldntdiFGHrBsFoR-LgqGpBLkLX5NiPLyBUPLDRhc5jTgZKuBMj6v408MseUxGpxWKhySYL3sX5Sae9ej7fFzQ3eORb8UgQ/w400-h300/14.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We walked through two tunnels neither of which was
lighted.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCK4L5AHMkoVOAU2f8rMw1px8KSE1w49bW7FAgygbp0ZCzRRT-IVX--qIiqP-3x691jbttWHrrxE069qwbsN6Ivj9FrLm_W8RpVf1upawG8kSkLGzeoTmIbwIRM6thIpIyM30rM6niKlwTmxaHi42Y0oiFdGt4gIyNQ3UkJ_JYLSV8w4PL4w/s1024/15.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCK4L5AHMkoVOAU2f8rMw1px8KSE1w49bW7FAgygbp0ZCzRRT-IVX--qIiqP-3x691jbttWHrrxE069qwbsN6Ivj9FrLm_W8RpVf1upawG8kSkLGzeoTmIbwIRM6thIpIyM30rM6niKlwTmxaHi42Y0oiFdGt4gIyNQ3UkJ_JYLSV8w4PL4w/w400-h300/15.%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The second tunnel was quite long and a bit spooky in the
middle as we had no torches. We came out to a view towards Wiseman's
Bridge and Amroth.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0spw_c0Ibp4NhuOvIJ6dk1svSkdCsps6wrMfAH5VHCi43ac2Qaix2z-QWuvR8HSiPyVRYJyx4s86c-NfGJDKQeLm7UhxbEDmdcxtV3BoB0R13wRD0agvUA6Vi40SEF5vYkQGd1FVR2eoFGMny2sdKJL2fkBSshBE8j52lg02PEGGczxThbw/s1024/16.%20Path%20to%20Amroth.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0spw_c0Ibp4NhuOvIJ6dk1svSkdCsps6wrMfAH5VHCi43ac2Qaix2z-QWuvR8HSiPyVRYJyx4s86c-NfGJDKQeLm7UhxbEDmdcxtV3BoB0R13wRD0agvUA6Vi40SEF5vYkQGd1FVR2eoFGMny2sdKJL2fkBSshBE8j52lg02PEGGczxThbw/w400-h300/16.%20Path%20to%20Amroth.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We turned round there and returned to Saundersfoot the way we had
come. We bought ice creams and sat on a bench facing the sea to eat
them in true grockle style!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0MjKZqs4LzzWwqIYkAoo00QAl2sCxOQR-CMZiekgKJDlXM0guA1ZvShr32hOUPERGMcp3OnHH9LmYBiS1KS5TeNrP0VNAaKmslwcUBSbX2MZ4Kjw7QTXWh2_ZJgoMa4jVEqPCWooShHiOr79O7L0jeCaHWEYzxV2WSg4KqRnBH3yAo4ptw/s1024/17.%20Onwards%20from%20Saundersfoot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0MjKZqs4LzzWwqIYkAoo00QAl2sCxOQR-CMZiekgKJDlXM0guA1ZvShr32hOUPERGMcp3OnHH9LmYBiS1KS5TeNrP0VNAaKmslwcUBSbX2MZ4Kjw7QTXWh2_ZJgoMa4jVEqPCWooShHiOr79O7L0jeCaHWEYzxV2WSg4KqRnBH3yAo4ptw/w400-h300/17.%20Onwards%20from%20Saundersfoot.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-90771938792098466362021-09-09T17:03:00.077+01:002022-06-21T17:54:53.320+01:00Walk 397 -- Lydstep Haven to Tenby (no.2 of the new setup)<p>
</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 124 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
266 days.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: A lot of rain. Brighter pm.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Lydstep Haven to Tenby.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
The Hope & Anchor in Tenby where Colin drank <i>Harbwr</i> 'North
Star', <i>Harbwr</i> 'MV Enterprise' and I had a shandy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were staying in our caravan at Freshwater
East. We drove to Penally from there.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1w6OpZ6LynQcNrrHomJ_R2Qpdm7ZvBOjWs3Y5w7ld-_6JLEX5VEjc891W82xyZ5r2OPL7JYIsAxhjZEQhP5kCzSS56ONlX59sVZ5TmK6ZY0ha_ZQVixWpnq1Y39uXKqPLqjBWIGsKFmneiJnadiocZ_8Vlbw2dqtL06xHc00aOwKjGiDkg/s1024/1.%20Penally.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1w6OpZ6LynQcNrrHomJ_R2Qpdm7ZvBOjWs3Y5w7ld-_6JLEX5VEjc891W82xyZ5r2OPL7JYIsAxhjZEQhP5kCzSS56ONlX59sVZ5TmK6ZY0ha_ZQVixWpnq1Y39uXKqPLqjBWIGsKFmneiJnadiocZ_8Vlbw2dqtL06xHc00aOwKjGiDkg/w400-h300/1.%20Penally.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">We didn't walk
between Lydstep Haven and Penally, and there were no access points
for the car on that stretch. So we drove to Penally and parked in
the station car park. From there we walked across the dunes on a
good path to the beach. The coast path had come from Lydstep Haven
past Proud Giltar, Valleyfield Top and Giltar Point for about three
miles to where we stood on 'The Burrows'.</span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CB4kfpb3PTX13Mvty7Z-pa9vbeh6wcjhq0mUrvePVKxmgMfjV-k9DPZIJBCSNOxVALqgprmcEawTCtgn92tuGz_6i9UH6zfPepLUgQZRNDEMQ0JGoh9sFoSoSqRr_qon2xq_6cQ_xGhkZlpaBwKFDIBl5npjmdB_-TVdD8ux6vQWh67q0g/s1024/2.%20Towards%20Tenby.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="1024" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CB4kfpb3PTX13Mvty7Z-pa9vbeh6wcjhq0mUrvePVKxmgMfjV-k9DPZIJBCSNOxVALqgprmcEawTCtgn92tuGz_6i9UH6zfPepLUgQZRNDEMQ0JGoh9sFoSoSqRr_qon2xq_6cQ_xGhkZlpaBwKFDIBl5npjmdB_-TVdD8ux6vQWh67q0g/w400-h297/2.%20Towards%20Tenby.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwDI5ui9KPouKQRbV-zbpjOMS34o0pM2RYZYfZZZAoVQp8DT6AClgCj3myC5YFNrCwqxQsr7_ble1KRHlxToRSJ2bLa1yLQvcXafVlOLUn3mIcJDLyAN6JcT6WtOt6dR_K1ngentPT9i51xBYe7UA-bkzyQLNicFu8ubkUsB8ZKQEGYnlAw/s1024/5.%20Tenby.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="1024" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwDI5ui9KPouKQRbV-zbpjOMS34o0pM2RYZYfZZZAoVQp8DT6AClgCj3myC5YFNrCwqxQsr7_ble1KRHlxToRSJ2bLa1yLQvcXafVlOLUn3mIcJDLyAN6JcT6WtOt6dR_K1ngentPT9i51xBYe7UA-bkzyQLNicFu8ubkUsB8ZKQEGYnlAw/s320/5.%20Tenby.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We walked just over
a mile along a firm sandy beach into Tenby. We really enjoyed it
despite the drizzle. In Tenby we got lost because we had forgotten
to bring a street map. We had noted castle-type walls and walked
through an impressive gateway — Tenby must have been a fortified
town in times gone past.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlAzsUyR3x0Q70W-e0oKxEKRw8pwCxDZFFE2jfvwbbX8I9CqdqQ-gSv9Xi22i9tyyECtOeo9Zm17KFr0k8VeUlUKYuyi1o6vJVgqEcn78M7LGqjkdeQYWqSgmpIb8CFKVUIpvQWNn-ImJ0_tmuOCqlmab5tlqhCa0oOOguvBCQXWFTidCZg/s1024/6.%20Tenby.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlAzsUyR3x0Q70W-e0oKxEKRw8pwCxDZFFE2jfvwbbX8I9CqdqQ-gSv9Xi22i9tyyECtOeo9Zm17KFr0k8VeUlUKYuyi1o6vJVgqEcn78M7LGqjkdeQYWqSgmpIb8CFKVUIpvQWNn-ImJ0_tmuOCqlmab5tlqhCa0oOOguvBCQXWFTidCZg/w400-h300/6.%20Tenby.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRivR-SfmistHW6xDtP3sKUtbziViFjSN2ZhC9io1WvYPRRiqRExuQL2BUbNH9-nBXnhQVbFYzpOs9Qb7ftN3_mU4hMbZH3VSKk3JpKcVUxFgp4yoC88ZAjwgH38XGtqSoR3UAOiW7-7xw80XQG6JOTOpt-CejcZ8AW29FCQgu9hZd0C_nBA/s1024/5.5.%20Tenby%201976.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRivR-SfmistHW6xDtP3sKUtbziViFjSN2ZhC9io1WvYPRRiqRExuQL2BUbNH9-nBXnhQVbFYzpOs9Qb7ftN3_mU4hMbZH3VSKk3JpKcVUxFgp4yoC88ZAjwgH38XGtqSoR3UAOiW7-7xw80XQG6JOTOpt-CejcZ8AW29FCQgu9hZd0C_nBA/w200-h150/5.5.%20Tenby%201976.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We remembered coming to Tenby for the first
time in 1976 with our four children. We were impressed with the
lovely beach, but found it to be crowded even in those days.</span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It
had been lightly raining ever since we started walking, and we began
to get a bit fed up. Tenby was </span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>heaving</b></i></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">!
Foreign holidays have been a 'no-go' for most people this year
because of the pandemic, so everyone has been rediscovering our own
country. We began to despair of finding a café for lunch, there
were queues outside most establishments because they still have to
have the tables a certain distance apart by law, therefore they can
only serve a reduced number of customers at any one time. </span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Like
everyone else we are cheesed off with all these restrictions on our
freedom which have been going on for eighteen months now. When will
this wretched pandemic come to an end?)</span></i></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
But we were lucky today because we did find a small café with no
queue outside. It was thin and narrow inside and they were very
busy, but we were able to go straight in and had a lovely lunch at a
very reasonable price.</span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlaPu-RJPcbF2jZRLzpEShJW6wsFHZYqrW3D0vGrnL-6Px8traAVrxWgDv4Twz1I3aUBCVeJq3GqK_z-Khm69huGFbAlJJGcKmJw_f_lA6pihnfwa0iaF8VPZrK-9fpooTZyBeu-NXvZJwJ3hCGeLrvN6dpKwathYPHkcoeNE_xeKLgEmTw/s1024/8.%20Tenby.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="1024" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlaPu-RJPcbF2jZRLzpEShJW6wsFHZYqrW3D0vGrnL-6Px8traAVrxWgDv4Twz1I3aUBCVeJq3GqK_z-Khm69huGFbAlJJGcKmJw_f_lA6pihnfwa0iaF8VPZrK-9fpooTZyBeu-NXvZJwJ3hCGeLrvN6dpKwathYPHkcoeNE_xeKLgEmTw/w400-h294/8.%20Tenby.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It had stopped
raining by the time we came out, that was good! With difficulty we
found our way to the sea, but we were high up on a rock and couldn't
see our way down. What we could see was what we thought was the
coast of Devon on the horizon! The visibility suddenly improved and
we could see what we thought were the cliffs between Minehead and
Porlock with some clarity. But at a later date we looked more
carefully at the map. Tenby faces east, not south, and the Devon
coast is much too far away. What we could actually see were the
cliffs behind Rhossili Beach on the Gower!</span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JmYDfT1GdfpMIKTH6FfODXuARtJV12m4tM55zTKZF94Z93GA4nyQZAWYNO1X9Hd1x2xfTKChbtCIX1oUF_AFh1Az_B3KC3PJ6FB7CmzfkNokyUFbfa3Cjbji2CxXAwu5xSIjxDshERQ-QjYorzS345X20Tt1xFmgJSjk8BbT5cFEOcIUYg/s1024/9.%20Coast%20of%20the%20Gower.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="1024" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JmYDfT1GdfpMIKTH6FfODXuARtJV12m4tM55zTKZF94Z93GA4nyQZAWYNO1X9Hd1x2xfTKChbtCIX1oUF_AFh1Az_B3KC3PJ6FB7CmzfkNokyUFbfa3Cjbji2CxXAwu5xSIjxDshERQ-QjYorzS345X20Tt1xFmgJSjk8BbT5cFEOcIUYg/w400-h297/9.%20Coast%20of%20the%20Gower.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We got lost again in
the town and discovered we had walked round in a complete circle!
Colin got very grumpy. Eventually we found our way down to the
harbour where we sat on a bench to overlook the scene.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFZGdZO4RD-3X0eJtXMOSZf61n355X4ptf0NagZczKXhlTbzYpG-HTfTpr_W9Wem5O5qhDJcCs5r5yUPlIvAUGl9HZ6bSjtpdP-BhJXrm12FZgDdN-lN3COPFzdEE15WYzb6YXpxwzl7WHirtlv4UZIGnDAYCyQNp97FVO1qt90oJk6tyFw/s1024/11.%20Tenby.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1024" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFZGdZO4RD-3X0eJtXMOSZf61n355X4ptf0NagZczKXhlTbzYpG-HTfTpr_W9Wem5O5qhDJcCs5r5yUPlIvAUGl9HZ6bSjtpdP-BhJXrm12FZgDdN-lN3COPFzdEE15WYzb6YXpxwzl7WHirtlv4UZIGnDAYCyQNp97FVO1qt90oJk6tyFw/w400-h295/11.%20Tenby.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>No sooner
were we settled than it started raining again quite hard. Feeling
rather damp, we went to the real ale pub Colin was dying to get to.
Fortunately the lunchtime rush was over and there was no longer a
queue.</span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQ13ilJyMK6uZstT6kHBt2Ya7yvwaFeDzkDTceM3BYjy_NoBTC33pZaUhxh5KjflmbN-fwhetoztHwasSqERffH6oTm04e1ei_e9_RbUK7QbJp5TUdF5WCOukeXI9XR9a33qkJSBosg7msPEktF2Ou_auzY4gA7WJjmArmJTJ3SnqYJqzhA/s1024/12.%20Tenby.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="1024" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQ13ilJyMK6uZstT6kHBt2Ya7yvwaFeDzkDTceM3BYjy_NoBTC33pZaUhxh5KjflmbN-fwhetoztHwasSqERffH6oTm04e1ei_e9_RbUK7QbJp5TUdF5WCOukeXI9XR9a33qkJSBosg7msPEktF2Ou_auzY4gA7WJjmArmJTJ3SnqYJqzhA/w400-h294/12.%20Tenby.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>When we came out
about an hour later, we managed to find our way down a load of steps
to a beautiful sandy beach. From there we power-walked all the way
back to Penally Station where our car was parked.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6hQvncryZjyKImyB8uc376klw1AwqC-EcFeKSiWNKq_vbwTfjPG6dm0D2RqJKICK7ujcn9QurcrCOTxlpLY21x5v-8u3Z-zB78CyBrz65dwDTfPNoP30o_dQN_Wv1xBlbgYLqMelRQCR_sHWgYw90qwgGWza4s0c5rVYaoebE820wy92xg/s1024/13.%20Leaving%20Tenby.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6hQvncryZjyKImyB8uc376klw1AwqC-EcFeKSiWNKq_vbwTfjPG6dm0D2RqJKICK7ujcn9QurcrCOTxlpLY21x5v-8u3Z-zB78CyBrz65dwDTfPNoP30o_dQN_Wv1xBlbgYLqMelRQCR_sHWgYw90qwgGWza4s0c5rVYaoebE820wy92xg/w400-h300/13.%20Leaving%20Tenby.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were glad to
leave Tenby behind — lovely beach but too many people. (<i>I have a
fear of crowds, ever since our “drone” experience at Gatwick in
December 2018 where the departure lounge got so crowded people were
even sitting on the floor in the toilets! After twelve hours we were all
told to collect our luggage and go home. It was chaos!)</i></span></span></span></span></div><p><span></span></p>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-89147414477698927822021-09-08T16:32:00.072+01:002022-06-04T17:03:46.610+01:00Walk 396 -- Manorbier to Lydstep Haven (no.1 of the new setup)<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 123 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
265 days.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Cooler and dull. A little rain at times.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Manorbier to Lydstep Haven.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were staying in our caravan at Freshwater
East. We drove to Manorbier, Skrinkle Haven and Lydstep from there.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4JWqNYleOGjYtEwpeJ74bKg6bCYtat_mdk2yGI7VQWJ4mI5a9OpIdhEOQZe4-902VeDJfzvnOupoJT2NVC85G9EogxxMVntvt15V-5XTxGT-LpfWRm8xIPMJ6SJc-Q2EfuPo-A5lhKi0pzCSiCPA43heZWVtHxVVc1DdKyCCLpiWzty8Mg/s1024/1.%20Manorbier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4JWqNYleOGjYtEwpeJ74bKg6bCYtat_mdk2yGI7VQWJ4mI5a9OpIdhEOQZe4-902VeDJfzvnOupoJT2NVC85G9EogxxMVntvt15V-5XTxGT-LpfWRm8xIPMJ6SJc-Q2EfuPo-A5lhKi0pzCSiCPA43heZWVtHxVVc1DdKyCCLpiWzty8Mg/w400-h300/1.%20Manorbier.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWJt-vJaVqrATQ32N-Lh052kOUjnRBMoYcnW0sRkHcqKlgJ6luEUdtnL0LYBYgro3HRoACu17unPVKm6C6wUChAkStIs7a5uiVWuWCtSPHQlOMOinrUWD0AhI5oalK6QZgvsPr0oVYL-QVl-0oVISephQr0boyEAmM7rzhAzGRDhwn_fkTQ/s3252/4.5.%20Manorbier%201976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="3252" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWJt-vJaVqrATQ32N-Lh052kOUjnRBMoYcnW0sRkHcqKlgJ6luEUdtnL0LYBYgro3HRoACu17unPVKm6C6wUChAkStIs7a5uiVWuWCtSPHQlOMOinrUWD0AhI5oalK6QZgvsPr0oVYL-QVl-0oVISephQr0boyEAmM7rzhAzGRDhwn_fkTQ/w200-h150/4.5.%20Manorbier%201976.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span><span style="color: #20124d;">We “finished off” Manorbier by walking down to the beach from the
bench overlooking the beach where we had finished the last Walk. I
remembered coming here back in 1976 with our four children and
finding loads of starfish all over the beach. I have never seen them
before or since. So we started looking for them amongst the rocks.
We didn't find any, but we did find lots of limpets and barnacles.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCCfHM8tFOaGJGDP0GwiIxdvrFbOfB-O-AOtmrcg5hgzy12nuods1vLcM0WsiUJy_XiaVUAjN0a3bk0QdiCpVgbocoZZVvn84Qvk-T0XRFX-9E8RMgVlz2DELUpI_FRa1QJPgOA4Qe1H6YYZLSMRDmUAjp9KZJnEga_LRXhQ7pglT4aiW1g/s1024/4.%20Manorbier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCCfHM8tFOaGJGDP0GwiIxdvrFbOfB-O-AOtmrcg5hgzy12nuods1vLcM0WsiUJy_XiaVUAjN0a3bk0QdiCpVgbocoZZVvn84Qvk-T0XRFX-9E8RMgVlz2DELUpI_FRa1QJPgOA4Qe1H6YYZLSMRDmUAjp9KZJnEga_LRXhQ7pglT4aiW1g/s320/4.%20Manorbier.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It was nice just to stand and watch the lapping waves on the sand.
That is very calming. I was still very upset about having to give up
the Coastal Trek. We noted the continuation of the coastal path
working its way up towards a headland called Priest's Nose. I was
wishing we could continue up there, but I knew it wouldn't be any
good. I can't do it anymore!</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDdgNlmWSGqvazXWo_TXyhBCvPlVwWU2c13opy-_Vqx-qrC5GWlHTvpHSdoPeRizgXo0XB0gg3aWzETm3utXVsNnaUeHddk5PidnTihqZOAuDFE9Wrzkm2hoBTayHKCzWfYN9c5vOo53kyildQ14beUAyeFiyYREtKlPXgf6r0SRSg9oi6g/s1024/3.%20Manorbier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDdgNlmWSGqvazXWo_TXyhBCvPlVwWU2c13opy-_Vqx-qrC5GWlHTvpHSdoPeRizgXo0XB0gg3aWzETm3utXVsNnaUeHddk5PidnTihqZOAuDFE9Wrzkm2hoBTayHKCzWfYN9c5vOo53kyildQ14beUAyeFiyYREtKlPXgf6r0SRSg9oi6g/w400-h300/3.%20Manorbier.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I took a better picture of Manorbier Castle from the beach. It
looked more imposing than the picture I took from the car park last
time. The castle is privately owned so we didn't visit it.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHBOD-OM6uHYY__KPdQSUbIyToX2MmQcDfJlqv9sfms4khvLhPCbtvJN3GFA-ZAVhwQEdtNWPF8gSonnCwCG663HeGFE5MFtulIm_nWwNBSzOUlwpQCJRu8Vv-WMXjE33-6aWhj-IpLFF1zFeeUSC6U9CV581LRxQsxd1sPYvWGoIzFh2cQ/s1024/5.%20Manorbier%20Castle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHBOD-OM6uHYY__KPdQSUbIyToX2MmQcDfJlqv9sfms4khvLhPCbtvJN3GFA-ZAVhwQEdtNWPF8gSonnCwCG663HeGFE5MFtulIm_nWwNBSzOUlwpQCJRu8Vv-WMXjE33-6aWhj-IpLFF1zFeeUSC6U9CV581LRxQsxd1sPYvWGoIzFh2cQ/w400-h300/5.%20Manorbier%20Castle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We drove on to Skrinkle Haven past the Youth Hostel which Colin and I
stayed in once. Beyond Priest's Nose the Coast Path turns inland to
miss out Old Castle Head which is still an artillery range and
therefore out of bounds. The path passes the main gate on the road
we were driving along, and follows the road for a few yards. Then it
cuts through a hedge and runs parallel to the road before undulating
away towards Lydstep Haven.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0ug3Fx0F1fI_ujK6snlI8Hh9hzk07cRI_2VEW0nkfToupy8ihXVWz98NkWpZey2fUmLD-1JTWjwhEIrO6GV9b9-Lln-fPo_HQxZ7Eq8Miwik8wRFdnDRFKLNHw6eYQoWrZDASLUAskxZYijWB-KADzhCYTnrUNpRTpCX2MaxppKQ2IRpuw/s1024/6.%20Skrinkle%20Haven.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0ug3Fx0F1fI_ujK6snlI8Hh9hzk07cRI_2VEW0nkfToupy8ihXVWz98NkWpZey2fUmLD-1JTWjwhEIrO6GV9b9-Lln-fPo_HQxZ7Eq8Miwik8wRFdnDRFKLNHw6eYQoWrZDASLUAskxZYijWB-KADzhCYTnrUNpRTpCX2MaxppKQ2IRpuw/w400-h300/6.%20Skrinkle%20Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUje7hqRCNU1t8tzmsU63ZrvFBF8fq2bfDlPf4UANHRq5C6pBHgryRtQFfO_bmuAm57L3nDIWX_LIbaX9rz1knuLRCC7vizWbiY6SGUFceTvC-Y-qLhxgtkHsK4EL5g71I2gg70TaCcxTfe5pbPA7TbLeNI6Isxw3PlxROuDHkpg2q5Pr6CA/s3096/7.5.%20Caldey%20Island%201976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2324" data-original-width="3096" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUje7hqRCNU1t8tzmsU63ZrvFBF8fq2bfDlPf4UANHRq5C6pBHgryRtQFfO_bmuAm57L3nDIWX_LIbaX9rz1knuLRCC7vizWbiY6SGUFceTvC-Y-qLhxgtkHsK4EL5g71I2gg70TaCcxTfe5pbPA7TbLeNI6Isxw3PlxROuDHkpg2q5Pr6CA/w200-h150/7.5.%20Caldey%20Island%201976.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span><span style="color: #20124d;">We parked at Skrinkle Haven (<i><b>love</b></i> the name!) where we
had spectacular views of the cliffs along that bit of coast. Also
excellent views of Caldey Island and remembered a visit there with
our children back in 1976. That year we 'discovered' Pembrokeshire
and had one of the best holidays ever with our children, then aged 8,
6, 4 and 3. We were all awestruck!</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsi4l2q26PI2NC9BdephvHgaCnXaXjVNcl302C9xJP7za6S6CwLcGEx3zK-R3vodBD0_K7b1jAldtHmPweSbWx--JUuM2ELTsCeOKq6A-QR4GhiNwuhNW-IPf9-dNRRjcffEkw-yAe1YKYlba5oMcnDu3rkpHovgwmnQUpS8NbL4GdVBk0w/s1024/7.%20Caldey%20Island.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsi4l2q26PI2NC9BdephvHgaCnXaXjVNcl302C9xJP7za6S6CwLcGEx3zK-R3vodBD0_K7b1jAldtHmPweSbWx--JUuM2ELTsCeOKq6A-QR4GhiNwuhNW-IPf9-dNRRjcffEkw-yAe1YKYlba5oMcnDu3rkpHovgwmnQUpS8NbL4GdVBk0w/w400-h300/7.%20Caldey%20Island.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We drove on to Lydstep Point car park which is down a narrow lane
full of potholes. There we had sweeping views along the coast back
towards Manorbier. We noted that the Coast Path plunged into a deep
cleft before rising up to Lydstep Point. We watched some walkers
struggling down and then up, and I must admit we both felt rather
smug that we weren't amongst them!</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vgRCUavFcULtHsMSmdT8j4h3m0KTH3wW--juEI6NuHoMXt-u1LyNUn2vQHQm_yT6IcPY2kdIHPuqNT8FHv32S2F-WuQ6BqZ6_viOU_JFnyFhs5Wv0g-yKtyr8zhhME3r80aHgqurLWvuJLhlZX71PVWrSoshUs0AhD_QW1NgJrjvm5bRsQ/s1024/9.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vgRCUavFcULtHsMSmdT8j4h3m0KTH3wW--juEI6NuHoMXt-u1LyNUn2vQHQm_yT6IcPY2kdIHPuqNT8FHv32S2F-WuQ6BqZ6_viOU_JFnyFhs5Wv0g-yKtyr8zhhME3r80aHgqurLWvuJLhlZX71PVWrSoshUs0AhD_QW1NgJrjvm5bRsQ/w400-h300/9.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn_DBm5IMoAHLEoWMgXpIiXdvl1raUH93tHKQY9vNwvE4tPq1fsLzk_hGnshhYotf9C-ovkUidX2QESZjhb-V5HJG9gP72UVyrT1CRwH3GJywSQPzgmqyHOTF5QbVXgCPZRIELbVfnTABplXATrbFgRaOeHzuO_vLcTTiuOu2eZNe8hqqeQ/s1024/8.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn_DBm5IMoAHLEoWMgXpIiXdvl1raUH93tHKQY9vNwvE4tPq1fsLzk_hGnshhYotf9C-ovkUidX2QESZjhb-V5HJG9gP72UVyrT1CRwH3GJywSQPzgmqyHOTF5QbVXgCPZRIELbVfnTABplXATrbFgRaOeHzuO_vLcTTiuOu2eZNe8hqqeQ/s320/8.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The Wales Coast Path misses out
Lydstep Point and once it has risen out of the cleft it goes straight
down a road to Lydstep Haven. This is a great pity. We walked all
round Lydstep Point looking at the fantastic views in all directions.
It is high up, flat, and very much to our liking.</span><br /></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9zEK9MPREEyYYbvp7zEujxk1LfyoosU6ZaGgTqXk7xSq46w3gYgIY8wEaPKCjJyhbK2oqOkzU6LDbuDXogw8fzWubd4EARJp_Wa2Sb6RJ-1QhD7g7yRz-6nbewuNt7DQUQ3U9E1TsKp9XVgawFvdW8rxagOCRngGZ-jlwvN-367s_rxuFzg/s1024/10.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9zEK9MPREEyYYbvp7zEujxk1LfyoosU6ZaGgTqXk7xSq46w3gYgIY8wEaPKCjJyhbK2oqOkzU6LDbuDXogw8fzWubd4EARJp_Wa2Sb6RJ-1QhD7g7yRz-6nbewuNt7DQUQ3U9E1TsKp9XVgawFvdW8rxagOCRngGZ-jlwvN-367s_rxuFzg/w400-h300/10.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBeAVrMUub0o-VISY58sKVOScRbPlGCLOg6sFo5ujabPGtRMiIbAA8CdtpnadRwLiVrW4taC_hx3mcuUCT7c-1KKkCS99MbI5rL4zxtnwHbiKZlaoRaaJwrCmjwiTFHFVVYoYvnOgNwgZ7xqh490U-jS1rF4U4XE45tXGKQTf8t_gWmQgIg/s1024/11.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBeAVrMUub0o-VISY58sKVOScRbPlGCLOg6sFo5ujabPGtRMiIbAA8CdtpnadRwLiVrW4taC_hx3mcuUCT7c-1KKkCS99MbI5rL4zxtnwHbiKZlaoRaaJwrCmjwiTFHFVVYoYvnOgNwgZ7xqh490U-jS1rF4U4XE45tXGKQTf8t_gWmQgIg/s320/11.%20Lydstep%20Point.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>From the car park we walked down the road to Lydstep Haven Beach. We
had to access the National Trust car park at the top along a narrow
lane full of the most horrendous potholes. But this good road to the
beach is privately owned and has a barrier at the bottom with a
keypad, so we couldn't use it.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JELaRqh2H0KQTjf_31yOh2lMXs01mSUNhp3STRFI_D3LrkVBDSvLi0DPw7QE86WGxXP1N4vNPZ-r8pxLeg7D7DQqRsTa3_vJAuQxaHNXatLbEgD16knI9qjNuyXkN5dWvkk96qzUok34FOewePEY9J5VTPwyLoUXw3MQZxaUDEeda1q1Ow/s1024/13.%20Lydstep%20Haven.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JELaRqh2H0KQTjf_31yOh2lMXs01mSUNhp3STRFI_D3LrkVBDSvLi0DPw7QE86WGxXP1N4vNPZ-r8pxLeg7D7DQqRsTa3_vJAuQxaHNXatLbEgD16knI9qjNuyXkN5dWvkk96qzUok34FOewePEY9J5VTPwyLoUXw3MQZxaUDEeda1q1Ow/w400-h300/13.%20Lydstep%20Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Lydstep Haven beach is a half mile
crescent, sandy at the far end. Accommodation is mostly static
caravans and chalets for summer lets. We spent a pleasant half hour
sitting at a picnic table watching the sea, and looking out towards
Caldey Island.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5lyvEozBSz6G0p99YY9fJYx__eJ4JVtX6J_D6e_Ij5ybxKO95gHrc9uImOODdtrmr3levT1ps_Q6ba7i0dAld5bEbFr0AjcoM6qq4QPqQrjlz1GfiH7tpY7JTEkUI1PRjQ8Rqj8LMAk16diKzbTdoqtz0kFveajq2iZU2fSjfqX40llxsA/s1024/12.%20Caldey%20Island.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5lyvEozBSz6G0p99YY9fJYx__eJ4JVtX6J_D6e_Ij5ybxKO95gHrc9uImOODdtrmr3levT1ps_Q6ba7i0dAld5bEbFr0AjcoM6qq4QPqQrjlz1GfiH7tpY7JTEkUI1PRjQ8Rqj8LMAk16diKzbTdoqtz0kFveajq2iZU2fSjfqX40llxsA/w400-h300/12.%20Caldey%20Island.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">By the end of the day my body was telling me that I was doing the
right thing, but in my mind I am still very disappointed that I can
no longer do the actual walking. It's going to take a long time to
come to terms with this.</span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-5479646340477017172021-09-06T17:37:00.149+01:002022-06-04T16:30:50.514+01:00Walk 395 -- Freshwater East to Manorbier<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 121 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
263 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Hot and muggy. A negligible breeze.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Freshwater East to Manorbier.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
4 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3985 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: <span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Some
beach. Mostly clifftop paths. Very undulating.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: None<span style="font-style: normal;">.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: No.13, Lamphey Palace.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: Yesterday we towed our caravan from home to
Freshwater East. The caravan site is a 5 minute walk from the beach,
so that is where we started the Walk.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to Manorbier beach. We intended ringing for a taxi to
take us back to the caravan site but I couldn't get a signal on my
phone. I was all in at the end of the Walk, the terrain had been
challenging, the weather was hot and I had been very slow. But after
a rest and an ice cream I felt a lot better. So we decided to walk
back along the local lanes which wouldn't be so challenging – after
all it was only four miles. I got about halfway, and sank exhausted
on to a roadside bank. Fortunately a couple of Good Samaritans
caught us up, namely Richard and Margaret. Seeing the state I was
in, they fetched their car and drove us the rest of the way. We were
deeply grateful to them.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We
realised we are going to have to rethink the way we do the rest of
our Round-Britain-Walk. We still have about a thousand miles to go
and we are not up to it any more — especially me. Old age has
caught us up.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Lamphey Palace</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X8vCJeu1wZsFyozQp3my4SI3hmBrBbG6cHFPmOESr6dHz8K6LGjrjFH36Xn04dakNOE-3-GN4uKt-84eWGb7y_UEHPes5AOi0KDLNsS3mhxY2SIGMKNs9UaBNwngCpLjiCGb_TIOTaPuKWA0YoLisq8lh0l-cpc6Du3wBSGUU4Na2MKKdw/s1024/1.%20Lamphey%20Palace.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X8vCJeu1wZsFyozQp3my4SI3hmBrBbG6cHFPmOESr6dHz8K6LGjrjFH36Xn04dakNOE-3-GN4uKt-84eWGb7y_UEHPes5AOi0KDLNsS3mhxY2SIGMKNs9UaBNwngCpLjiCGb_TIOTaPuKWA0YoLisq8lh0l-cpc6Du3wBSGUU4Na2MKKdw/w400-h300/1.%20Lamphey%20Palace.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPftnkIlF2RsmUfuEkLACHPW1igOs3rMHznUZCzqxdzMK-MgAFU3JS4bzAms_zJg5qr1t9-LvrsG-Jmaoi09LS-uKoGaxhDW4tCX9VH1jYjHP1UE44xdCe-zU2YqrHGtshLvL6nOru7ErXjhRMS4QFRfvsLvlJPvEwHXygXrsSrf8iPakHw/s1024/3.%20Lamphey%20Palace.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPftnkIlF2RsmUfuEkLACHPW1igOs3rMHznUZCzqxdzMK-MgAFU3JS4bzAms_zJg5qr1t9-LvrsG-Jmaoi09LS-uKoGaxhDW4tCX9VH1jYjHP1UE44xdCe-zU2YqrHGtshLvL6nOru7ErXjhRMS4QFRfvsLvlJPvEwHXygXrsSrf8iPakHw/s320/3.%20Lamphey%20Palace.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Lamphey Palace is a
medieval ruin situated a couple of miles north of Freshwater East.
It was mostly built in the the 14</span></i></span><sup><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">th</span></i></span></sup><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">
century by Henry de Gower, Bishop of St David's. It was used by
high-ranking clergy until the dissolution of the monasteries in 1546.
It was damaged in the English Civil War, and subsequently used as
farm buildings until it fell into complete ruin. It is now owned and
maintained by Cadw.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5AUDvGid-DQE5_lekY6MCHj8YfZLSCDVfZMNZUgkEcmuHEq8IWu_Ie0EyIVSbIKuHvz5Iq0VaO1AM3ktfAWFjosFR-5HnxssfabxxkuFVFHSR1oaoXCYuq6o8N1aopqA6Mrzd0qst10b0qIbp3nR7kyvv5yp1YLu_xQLbF3so5FesdrPGQ/s1024/2.%20Lamphey%20Palace.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="754" data-original-width="1024" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5AUDvGid-DQE5_lekY6MCHj8YfZLSCDVfZMNZUgkEcmuHEq8IWu_Ie0EyIVSbIKuHvz5Iq0VaO1AM3ktfAWFjosFR-5HnxssfabxxkuFVFHSR1oaoXCYuq6o8N1aopqA6Mrzd0qst10b0qIbp3nR7kyvv5yp1YLu_xQLbF3so5FesdrPGQ/w400-h295/2.%20Lamphey%20Palace.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0hkth9Lb_VA9pZSjtYRAGwxs9YizYrbKefQLkc5HruwfJVl8qCtnOV5q9PaHvjFMOno7roJIEULAdZaKaThRvULKS7ZJrJli0PStVf99OOSLZHbJ_hrRF-FvQ2keyNVOEFXeVASeaHMGO_daMvSxwb4hJrzJAostb2yrizu549co9PspqA/s1024/4.%20Dune%20flowers.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0hkth9Lb_VA9pZSjtYRAGwxs9YizYrbKefQLkc5HruwfJVl8qCtnOV5q9PaHvjFMOno7roJIEULAdZaKaThRvULKS7ZJrJli0PStVf99OOSLZHbJ_hrRF-FvQ2keyNVOEFXeVASeaHMGO_daMvSxwb4hJrzJAostb2yrizu549co9PspqA/w200-h150/4.%20Dune%20flowers.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We started today's Walk at the bridge over the stream at
Freshwater East beach. First we followed a tarmacked path up into
the dunes until we reached a kind of platform with seats all round —
an ideal place for disabled people to overlook the beach. There were
lots of wild flowers blooming in the dunes.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFB-OjM-uVmibixRkIxBNmZUws7_gOBoRcnxGoZvpsjuxnHjyWAqbFOOoS66SIHpDXpDX-opiSUy-JUbuYqZPycx3wy2wpbZOH1mMPCaTk0gA9U_Eb5DCETOkLLHvGfqj9CgFvxlsqiONsS-wDf_3pbXjzOJP2Z5V7RjKFiyfakqqJFRIwOQ/s1024/5.%20Freshwater%20East.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFB-OjM-uVmibixRkIxBNmZUws7_gOBoRcnxGoZvpsjuxnHjyWAqbFOOoS66SIHpDXpDX-opiSUy-JUbuYqZPycx3wy2wpbZOH1mMPCaTk0gA9U_Eb5DCETOkLLHvGfqj9CgFvxlsqiONsS-wDf_3pbXjzOJP2Z5V7RjKFiyfakqqJFRIwOQ/w400-h300/5.%20Freshwater%20East.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>From
there the path was loose and undulating across the dunes, so we
decided that we would prefer the firm sand of the beach as the tide
was out. We made our way down there and really enjoyed walking along
by the lapping waves. We came to the end of the beach but we hadn't
seen a way up to the path on the cliffs.</span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
The rocks at that end of the beach looked interesting, but I'm
afraid I've forgotten most of the geology I learned in the 1980s when
I got my degree with the Open University. It's too long ago.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7idoVjtXTNzdAXpveQAgTUJ9iblDUWnLOXtkG-WbWm3lsvvBAsnWNn2RtoDbiR5TSAK7YkxUHRpoDw2cO9SJUZ7K5Nco19nACAh5BGPlUSg05KRxCx3A0jsfNjPmRDEeXTMuCuCpwTOF3CaUSBA0sjDLuPOzVx53cVszETlaqzI8kSGhoXw/s1024/6.%20Freshwater%20East.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7idoVjtXTNzdAXpveQAgTUJ9iblDUWnLOXtkG-WbWm3lsvvBAsnWNn2RtoDbiR5TSAK7YkxUHRpoDw2cO9SJUZ7K5Nco19nACAh5BGPlUSg05KRxCx3A0jsfNjPmRDEeXTMuCuCpwTOF3CaUSBA0sjDLuPOzVx53cVszETlaqzI8kSGhoXw/w400-h300/6.%20Freshwater%20East.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></span></span><div style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEv8m299rtgCz1UyPrOy3yIU_RJf-FREdTCAvNWbbiWqV9lUJhDzc-WRrNo8gvwFXelhPf6KdxOvbHIgK8Sil2w_YsCxXcjyirh0ebB3BKqHxZIzj9dVWnhtf00wcGEpzfB3aHri4QZnDulK-SkM66Ecah0d64P7marP2HKGAnv32IQ-tBKw/s1024/7.%20Freshwater%20East.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEv8m299rtgCz1UyPrOy3yIU_RJf-FREdTCAvNWbbiWqV9lUJhDzc-WRrNo8gvwFXelhPf6KdxOvbHIgK8Sil2w_YsCxXcjyirh0ebB3BKqHxZIzj9dVWnhtf00wcGEpzfB3aHri4QZnDulK-SkM66Ecah0d64P7marP2HKGAnv32IQ-tBKw/w200-h150/7.%20Freshwater%20East.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">The two ways up we
thought we had seen as we were walking along both involved a scramble
up a vertical cliff — we are too old for that! So we had to
backtrack, which is something we never like doing. I was making for
the end of the dunes, but Colin noticed some steps before that. Sure
enough, they led up to the Coast Path. The path up was quite steep,
but by no means vertical.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNNsjSRZy2N4eeERN9P5gWkAKxl-5tQtxN0B85E1s-XyzWqYO-ZdUipmQdPujTZG9GiaXchjzp_sb7nkDwOZqm6JbeXCDgCokdolLfxBrHEegPjZTzhaOaezIQundG5qxiovEWjyuZPrUmzOFldBktbn1TgbtJUHCnmjMpIf0L0iMBTKJMA/s1024/8.%20Coast%20path.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNNsjSRZy2N4eeERN9P5gWkAKxl-5tQtxN0B85E1s-XyzWqYO-ZdUipmQdPujTZG9GiaXchjzp_sb7nkDwOZqm6JbeXCDgCokdolLfxBrHEegPjZTzhaOaezIQundG5qxiovEWjyuZPrUmzOFldBktbn1TgbtJUHCnmjMpIf0L0iMBTKJMA/w400-h300/8.%20Coast%20path.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The Coast Path at
that point was great! It was smooth, almost flat and had recently
been strimmed for ease of access. But soon it started to undulate,
quite steeply in places. There were lots of steps which my knees
were not totally happy with.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6--HNpIWkXQAXuC8ohsIre-RSbsbjyV21yps0Fj1W3tIIbT50IuSjWoWRmwzeNplPbgh1scDyRYvaCWFfiMTH2L7FebW96N5VxzBVrqRLvBMl-9_jOKP-862IIEP70YdgR7--Q4Mxy6pOQPmpJ3ecOi5fG8a_SlatEOCN1sdONEQ3y3d5g/s1024/10.%20Rocks.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6--HNpIWkXQAXuC8ohsIre-RSbsbjyV21yps0Fj1W3tIIbT50IuSjWoWRmwzeNplPbgh1scDyRYvaCWFfiMTH2L7FebW96N5VxzBVrqRLvBMl-9_jOKP-862IIEP70YdgR7--Q4Mxy6pOQPmpJ3ecOi5fG8a_SlatEOCN1sdONEQ3y3d5g/w400-h300/10.%20Rocks.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9kdXVOldaKWsYf-q_ylc470sWHEWpXV81osgkCxKg57qYXJGuzAncfzYBJ4egTD1INOl_ml4bC95RPLIlxTeMf_jhlHwSWGslogITiAPt5RN6xzMODln5Db_ALQBgHmrayPzSVF4uKFZoFOAAyXQtisLzUkK9b6YzTp3M89wsQkuhISnVjw/s1024/11.%20Flowers.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9kdXVOldaKWsYf-q_ylc470sWHEWpXV81osgkCxKg57qYXJGuzAncfzYBJ4egTD1INOl_ml4bC95RPLIlxTeMf_jhlHwSWGslogITiAPt5RN6xzMODln5Db_ALQBgHmrayPzSVF4uKFZoFOAAyXQtisLzUkK9b6YzTp3M89wsQkuhISnVjw/w200-h150/11.%20Flowers.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">We left Freshwater
East behind and climbed West Moor Cliff. The views were fantastic,
but the visibility was poor because of the mugginess. It got very
hot and there was hardly a breath of wind. </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0Tq3-BukBKef4bDRJVu2Cw7M9zbTC3LbrNl0iesUERZZ73oBqLxoLWf801JSj5-iSv8xvAUoBzHA7Fv9T6umDzjoYEVgcrkWOF6knFrIwuYkcqtRTi0Qwob1OaiBpAlYn10n79b9jSRDGFmd7u0hemj3K32CSFhu0m8jD9E6hujfRpYgwg/s1024/12.%20Swanlake%20Bay.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0Tq3-BukBKef4bDRJVu2Cw7M9zbTC3LbrNl0iesUERZZ73oBqLxoLWf801JSj5-iSv8xvAUoBzHA7Fv9T6umDzjoYEVgcrkWOF6knFrIwuYkcqtRTi0Qwob1OaiBpAlYn10n79b9jSRDGFmd7u0hemj3K32CSFhu0m8jD9E6hujfRpYgwg/w400-h300/12.%20Swanlake%20Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">We rounded a corner and
got a lovely view of Swanlake Bay. I was feeling hot and tired by
then, so we sat on a bank and ate our cereal bars. That was the only
food we had brought with us because we intended having lunch in a
café in Manorbier — after all, we had reasoned, it is only four
miles from Freshwater East. Little did we guess how difficult we
would find it to get there.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6MS0hX3CoOzpCEGNPmDM_DniOYves6VHXP44QDnobOS7yoOPiYXzXmk7TwsSx6m8jqfFOMaA6jH1aVPn1w7ec-Rx2h5jwfptc5wXj3lXGMUKGomFhuj0IFz7lfd_DjM0fqzoEG25pg2J16YdGfa8K4GPKmZJ8CIo2-YodUZQ-JXsxDKwgg/s1024/9.%20R%20on%20coast%20path.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="1024" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6MS0hX3CoOzpCEGNPmDM_DniOYves6VHXP44QDnobOS7yoOPiYXzXmk7TwsSx6m8jqfFOMaA6jH1aVPn1w7ec-Rx2h5jwfptc5wXj3lXGMUKGomFhuj0IFz7lfd_DjM0fqzoEG25pg2J16YdGfa8K4GPKmZJ8CIo2-YodUZQ-JXsxDKwgg/w400-h297/9.%20R%20on%20coast%20path.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We could see how
undulating the path was from that point on. The downhills were very
steep with few steps — I found them particularly difficult despite
using my poles. I had completely lost my confidence</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLjDXnHViAfNsFEJU11d8uXZ5lbTHOiT6l0_irMaVDv_jLJUX65BSf9rNQJGGa8QZ0rx_HNXfoqgC3Q3uG1X5_mXdRMUd_ome6FC4lcj1uimzAUsUjNnvC4Ti2hordhCb_uPbHvjjTFW7CARmjGif4-_bC5BBIIRw9HEIHziDH66CBx8X4Q/s1024/15.%20Beach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1024" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLjDXnHViAfNsFEJU11d8uXZ5lbTHOiT6l0_irMaVDv_jLJUX65BSf9rNQJGGa8QZ0rx_HNXfoqgC3Q3uG1X5_mXdRMUd_ome6FC4lcj1uimzAUsUjNnvC4Ti2hordhCb_uPbHvjjTFW7CARmjGif4-_bC5BBIIRw9HEIHziDH66CBx8X4Q/w400-h294/15.%20Beach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuRpkwqwMwF9iI7nhN5e8R_zu8dBZpT2_5kLR5qFjqq3CxRMYYeEexw_la8DbnTRV8NAiAHxWiVitGvzVUwGgXXng0-oT3KQBpjowap0Sn3rUsFw3ImT8eyV0I1PVMIcRzlEvQwPPV4C3UeK_Io0Hpa54o_yqAGZsiXPb050THDtGsIuohA/s1024/16.%20Flowers.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuRpkwqwMwF9iI7nhN5e8R_zu8dBZpT2_5kLR5qFjqq3CxRMYYeEexw_la8DbnTRV8NAiAHxWiVitGvzVUwGgXXng0-oT3KQBpjowap0Sn3rUsFw3ImT8eyV0I1PVMIcRzlEvQwPPV4C3UeK_Io0Hpa54o_yqAGZsiXPb050THDtGsIuohA/w200-h150/16.%20Flowers.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />The views and
the wild flowers were a great compensation. We rounded Swanlake Bay,
a lovely beach with few people on it because you can only get to it
by walking.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC7U0Egn3y3jP0JpClC93UD00b-9p3kjqRScXwyFoAedJxthMS-S_0xeQj-rw3gTlXkTXip22gdRg60KfjlA2RFKPBlFuklA6JR3GHSIHDMCiu4L3uSM8DapVIJFTH-zCnzv2rDC3pzT9V4vvw2Vsb5x6vjEhBcDcuEGY5-6f_AJdy7HWqxA/s1024/14.%20Swanlake%20Bay.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1024" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC7U0Egn3y3jP0JpClC93UD00b-9p3kjqRScXwyFoAedJxthMS-S_0xeQj-rw3gTlXkTXip22gdRg60KfjlA2RFKPBlFuklA6JR3GHSIHDMCiu4L3uSM8DapVIJFTH-zCnzv2rDC3pzT9V4vvw2Vsb5x6vjEhBcDcuEGY5-6f_AJdy7HWqxA/w400-h296/14.%20Swanlake%20Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We climbed East Moor
Cliff the other side and got our first view of Manorbier in the
distance</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FnujBCnvYx-YkUu8SZ0_XdDA9cHiPh_6nkF_PGygziPeSDpDXWW1L0VqIN3vg0we9SB-yn0Azf6VHzZtJzzD_p_hIITiqyM6rX8l0vgeFDwZBLIeGxS1AQP8es_ermLqYGDxSpqW5rjVd4YrZZhCm3I1UARHmqmz4MgfybHPVXcbj7cmvg/s1024/17.%20Manorbier.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FnujBCnvYx-YkUu8SZ0_XdDA9cHiPh_6nkF_PGygziPeSDpDXWW1L0VqIN3vg0we9SB-yn0Azf6VHzZtJzzD_p_hIITiqyM6rX8l0vgeFDwZBLIeGxS1AQP8es_ermLqYGDxSpqW5rjVd4YrZZhCm3I1UARHmqmz4MgfybHPVXcbj7cmvg/w400-h300/17.%20Manorbier.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFAJjM2NzJrK-yJtJLDI8aRnR0iQ7r4TgOhFA5p_vODvWM6ZJ-ify_vwMblWK5PIUzIf3L0VyUPUW8T1xzSBE86PN1N2jSlsmISNoETHKERoRsvUA5fe7vAmMu50edT0lYr5hEtN8jfkVKqNAC2Ly05BSTQihXlUUEOD1UPoMVELQiziSbg/s1024/18.%20Rocks.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFAJjM2NzJrK-yJtJLDI8aRnR0iQ7r4TgOhFA5p_vODvWM6ZJ-ify_vwMblWK5PIUzIf3L0VyUPUW8T1xzSBE86PN1N2jSlsmISNoETHKERoRsvUA5fe7vAmMu50edT0lYr5hEtN8jfkVKqNAC2Ly05BSTQihXlUUEOD1UPoMVELQiziSbg/w200-h150/18.%20Rocks.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>By then the sweat was pouring off me in a constant stream
and dripping from the end of my nose! And I kept getting cramp in my
calves. I mistakenly thought that once we had climbed East Moor
Cliff it would only be a short hop to Manorbier where we planned to
have lunch. But it was at least another mile of steep and difficult
terrain and the heat from the sun was immense! There was hardly a
breath of wind, especially where the path zigzagged inland to get up
a hill.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQt9fFep4ivitsKOMQqS9dloGBvKHBN7IcaG3cunkOJVtKR2efnwcjQbzL3mnWzXsVnddmMskfAWErYQOmCSXnK0SYcKqAf9-CW_uIESWZFRokkiPYkEkoTRazu4DVnVFucOyqb2EcWoNZsIcziJW2aWvqWPbw73FMSbh6eC0uzUWGNMxXAQ/s1024/19.%20Manorbier%20Beach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQt9fFep4ivitsKOMQqS9dloGBvKHBN7IcaG3cunkOJVtKR2efnwcjQbzL3mnWzXsVnddmMskfAWErYQOmCSXnK0SYcKqAf9-CW_uIESWZFRokkiPYkEkoTRazu4DVnVFucOyqb2EcWoNZsIcziJW2aWvqWPbw73FMSbh6eC0uzUWGNMxXAQ/w400-h300/19.%20Manorbier%20Beach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>At last we came out
on to the lane where there was a small car park. Just past it was a
bench that overlooked the beach which was about a hundred yards away.
We sat on it and called it the end of the Walk.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> <br /></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk 395.
At that point we intended starting Walk 396 at that bench next time.
It was quarter to three and we hadn't had any lunch. The Walk had
taken us four hours, ten minutes and it was only four miles! We were
both dog-tired and overheated. When we had rested a little we didn't
go down to the beach. Instead we walked down the lane to the main
car park because we wanted to use the toilets. I took a photo of
Manorbier Castle which was over a hedge opposite, but it was a pretty
poor photo.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdVAbrdvrRdGYnWxnk1u27sA6Vc8H6QXW58lBYBp_N_jVeiRAn3PnMKYvgy-fGPUKtAWz7yzNKr_-513srx2hW2uGGpS3L2bFZLSjWoFeccJIDgp-xeP4u8U0R98MqqmD6GdFa7HmVbHw3FpLM6WVdm6HXJyBImYz67igXMnfdmWWS2W_wA/s1024/20.%20Manorbier%20Castle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="1024" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdVAbrdvrRdGYnWxnk1u27sA6Vc8H6QXW58lBYBp_N_jVeiRAn3PnMKYvgy-fGPUKtAWz7yzNKr_-513srx2hW2uGGpS3L2bFZLSjWoFeccJIDgp-xeP4u8U0R98MqqmD6GdFa7HmVbHw3FpLM6WVdm6HXJyBImYz67igXMnfdmWWS2W_wA/w400-h293/20.%20Manorbier%20Castle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Then we bought an ice cream each and I tried to ring for
a taxi to take us back to the caravan. But I couldn't get a signal
on my phone. What to do?</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">We didn't want to
walk even further away into the village which was up a hill. We felt
a fraction refreshed after a short rest and the ice creams, so we
decided to walk back along the road. It should be far easier walking
than the cliff path and they were back lanes so there shouldn't be
much traffic to buzz us. And what's four miles of easy walking
anyway? We've always been able to do that and more, no matter how
tired we've been.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Old Age </b></i></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">—
that's what stymied us!</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">We managed up a
steep hill at the beginning, after that it was more or less flat. It
was deadly boring and I soon began to seriously tire in the
oppressive heat. After about three miles I sank down on to a
roadside bank because I felt I couldn't go on any further. A lady in
a car stopped to ask if I was alright. She offered us a lift, but
she was going the wrong way. Just then a couple (Richard and
Margaret) walked up from behind us. They said they were staying at a
cottage just two hundred yards further on, and if we could get there
they would drive us all the way to the caravan site which they
reckoned was two more miles distant. We accepted their offer — I
really couldn't walk another two miles in that heat. Richard drove
us to the entrance of the caravan site at Freshwater East. After a
rest, a drink and a bite to eat I felt fine.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>:: – :: –
:: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: –
:: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: – ::</b></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> <br /></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">We really are going
to have to rethink the rest of the Round Britain Walk. We still have
about a thousand miles to go and I'm just not up to it anymore.
We've had so many setbacks in recent years (my knees, financial
worries, no car, no caravan, Covid and I've had a lot of back
trouble). Colin is amazingly fit physically, but the isolation of
the pandemic restrictions has taken a big toll on his mental health.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">I am bitterly
disappointed. Colin is disappointed too, but not as much as me
because it has always been very much my project. But we' re not
giving up completely, I am making plans!</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>:: – :: –
:: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: –
:: – :: – :: – :: – :: – :: – ::</b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span></span><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;">
<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Difficult Decisions</b></i></span></span></p>
<div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We are very disappointed. After 23 years and 3985 miles we are going
to have to throw in the towel! This is a project I have wanted to do
ever since I was a child, but old age has caught up with us before we
have been able to finish. We have had a lot of bad luck. Since we
started in 1998 I have had five operations on my legs and Colin has
had three on his bladder. Right at the beginning our walking was
curtailed for about six months because the countryside was 'closed'
due to the foot and mouth crisis. The weather has often put the
kibosh on our Walks, especially in Scotland, and we have come home
earlier than we intended. We had to take two years out because of my
arthritic knees. Then we had financial problems over a mortgage and
had to take another two years out. During that time both the car and
the caravan packed up and we couldn't afford to replace them until
the mortgage was finally paid off. The Covid pandemic was the last
straw, when we were unable to leave our homes for nigh on two years
over a series of lockdowns.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">I had seen the fact that I might have to give up coming for quite
some time, but I was always in denial. With grim determination I
wanted to finish and say, “<i><b>We walked every inch of the way!</b></i>”
But I can no longer walk the distances I used to. I need to rest a
lot more often. I am very slow. I cannot cope with big steps or
steep downhills, and the coast path is full of these. It has become
an impossibility. After the incident on the way back from this last
Walk I have had to accept defeat.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">But we have done much to be proud of. We have walked nearly four
thousand miles of the British coastline. We have walked all round
the Scottish coast. We have walked in every kind of weather it is
possible to experience in the British Isles. We walked to Cape Wrath
from the ferry and out via Sandwood Bay <i><b>in one day</b></i>!! I
entered the story of that epic Walk into a competition and got it
published in a book by Hilary Bradt called “To Oldly Go” — the
only piece of writing I have ever had published!</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">And we are not giving up entirely. We plan to continue from
Manorbier, visiting every access point on the coast and doing a bit
of walking here and there where it is not too undulating. We <i><b>will</b></i>
get back to Bognor one day, even though we don't live there anymore.</span></div></div></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-974351355154659382021-06-21T14:27:00.097+01:002022-01-25T15:11:28.106+00:00Walk 394 -- Stackpole Quay to Freshwater East<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p>
<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>(The bus times were so awkward today we decided to do
this Walk in two parts instead.)</i></span>
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: (a) Colin was 79 years and 44 days. Rosemary was 76 years and
186 days. (b) Colin was 79 years and 45 days. Rosemary was 76 years
and 187 days.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: (a) Fair-weather cloud. Breezy but warm. (b) Hot and
sunny with a cooling breeze when we could get it.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Stackpole Quay to Freshwater East.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
3 miles.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3981 miles.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: <span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Grassy
cliff paths. Undulating but steps at the beginning where needed, not
at the end.</span></span></span> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: (a) Coming in. (b) Out.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: None<span style="font-style: normal;">.</span> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. (a) We
drove to Stackpole Quay and parked in the National Trust car park.
(b) We didn't use the car at all today. We walked from our caravan
down to the beach and picked up the cliff path towards Stackpole
Quay. When we reached the halfway point, Greenala Fort, we turned
back.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end (a) we came to what we considered to be the halfway point,
Greenala Fort. We turned round and walked back to Stackpole Quay.
After consuming a takeaway lunch at the cafe we tried to drive back
to Freshwater East. But the road was closed due to roadworks and we
had to go a long way round via Pembroke and Lamphey. A truck was
stuck on the bridge at Lamphey which held us up for about half an
hour. (b) We walked back to our caravan and had lunch there.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The
next day we towed our caravan home to Malvern.<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIcy4q9DkQNqaK971sVVRNnSaXGyTOEdXlzoyRzKraFoNKXp-A61wK5gSSs3cbhIWdwY6yvQzzKXrWEBKYglBgxGYO68gAe11CnQsaFWrdjZXKnA8W0JH3VxW_ch-dvTMeu5oeS5v8ctarASq6jXnxKtbxO6019ryotJEAmW43TG4fTQ4FOA=s816" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIcy4q9DkQNqaK971sVVRNnSaXGyTOEdXlzoyRzKraFoNKXp-A61wK5gSSs3cbhIWdwY6yvQzzKXrWEBKYglBgxGYO68gAe11CnQsaFWrdjZXKnA8W0JH3VxW_ch-dvTMeu5oeS5v8ctarASq6jXnxKtbxO6019ryotJEAmW43TG4fTQ4FOA=w179-h320" width="179" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I
can't believe we have a grandson of 32!! Jamie was born on the 21</span></span></span><sup><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">st</span></span></span></sup><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
June 1989, and we had a lot to do with him as he was growing up. We
were very close at the time. But now he lives in Atlanta, USA, and
we haven't seen him for three years. That's the way of the world!</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> (The picture is of him, left, with his partner, Matt)<br /></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJcMODnLVLGRv9NvN5RRGzZyil_WVjuTLi44F8H9axuoqjbD0bSKZyl5EYPiLZdOoDlZe-mGTByO1ekKdMTUWY9u6geAWyv5eQ-cwSQ-ej_2GEulR0Gjmr_2e5wCWcebSu3S6d2urlvWeyt4mxETzq7v4-HgCwC5cDUvVkKHWJp8SJbdjR4g=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJcMODnLVLGRv9NvN5RRGzZyil_WVjuTLi44F8H9axuoqjbD0bSKZyl5EYPiLZdOoDlZe-mGTByO1ekKdMTUWY9u6geAWyv5eQ-cwSQ-ej_2GEulR0Gjmr_2e5wCWcebSu3S6d2urlvWeyt4mxETzq7v4-HgCwC5cDUvVkKHWJp8SJbdjR4g=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>(a) We left
Stackpole Quay on a steep cliff path, but at least it had steps cut
into it. As soon as we got up high we went down almost to sea level
again, but that seemed to be the order of the day.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCnpFBtdPu7OQM0KxBQMOdAP21CDdXvC21KpwDufabBfp24F_rmlBUR860GNVLjestzm9_eJwpU47RWw9__ryR7NYKu9-pc-XUEPC_MPSQNNw4_Jz0QMV1LXBm5ww4cFgyvIKAl9YTgsOGU12tVE3yiiuGdDGwZVEsbwpmRIOMfyP_GWzeng=s1024" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCnpFBtdPu7OQM0KxBQMOdAP21CDdXvC21KpwDufabBfp24F_rmlBUR860GNVLjestzm9_eJwpU47RWw9__ryR7NYKu9-pc-XUEPC_MPSQNNw4_Jz0QMV1LXBm5ww4cFgyvIKAl9YTgsOGU12tVE3yiiuGdDGwZVEsbwpmRIOMfyP_GWzeng=s320" width="320" /></a></div>There was a large
rock on the rocky beach at that point which showed how the layers of
rock had been wrinkled up and then eroded — a true piece of naked
geology!</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT_ERBft-_HkQZog_AT33wrnj6DMJ3xUUXqR_mme-FKfTCcnfaGnGFIwFgXEh56CkDGRFeENMxBx04mvjsomMsIDR4iCFQwUU7wTIli4tqrxyYK3resL5mXVJsz_coBcWrzMrIoeK6Fd-uekoRgI1tpnhzYHIDRlZfiDY6efzzQR0aCNmvug=s1024" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT_ERBft-_HkQZog_AT33wrnj6DMJ3xUUXqR_mme-FKfTCcnfaGnGFIwFgXEh56CkDGRFeENMxBx04mvjsomMsIDR4iCFQwUU7wTIli4tqrxyYK3resL5mXVJsz_coBcWrzMrIoeK6Fd-uekoRgI1tpnhzYHIDRlZfiDY6efzzQR0aCNmvug=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>The views were wonderful for the whole Walk. We met a lot
of other hikers on this Walk, the Pembrokeshire Coast Path is very
popular.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">We
passed a sinkhole</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
and could hear the sea gurgling at the bottom of it. We inched as
near as we dared to the edge, and could actually see the water at the
bottom of the pit.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4LYPkdMK-XOCUQIS5AflLqX_2OVD6RTBGyF7QV_Bfd_lhYRBuozKcPtG2AZ9W_iJPFIBTqcz0rA4lVBmY-7FGrXbXvm5DNvSCfSpp-kGViPeqBxCc-coEOn6Gsd-KaPl9lMWPiJ8xw5c6zLngdvLfmO1D3F_dTwBld6GYW3opYdqh75KdLg=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4LYPkdMK-XOCUQIS5AflLqX_2OVD6RTBGyF7QV_Bfd_lhYRBuozKcPtG2AZ9W_iJPFIBTqcz0rA4lVBmY-7FGrXbXvm5DNvSCfSpp-kGViPeqBxCc-coEOn6Gsd-KaPl9lMWPiJ8xw5c6zLngdvLfmO1D3F_dTwBld6GYW3opYdqh75KdLg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>There were a huge
variety of wild flowers along the route with loads of insects buzzing
around them.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtrRFFLZ1Jkb0fKoJ45kJ9Qn5dNcl7uGnYAhyc9WUfLdbLQ28HZF8eXQyQWbTxR5vXHJYXzzoX-_fHhmN-LXO2e5P-5-LW02lK4lk7_23U75qpHxf1PFeUbvwvmEA_zkQaskVY_31KSmjVVrvMncfjYsiYrd2zNEkq04vPyvsm1MehNUnPhw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtrRFFLZ1Jkb0fKoJ45kJ9Qn5dNcl7uGnYAhyc9WUfLdbLQ28HZF8eXQyQWbTxR5vXHJYXzzoX-_fHhmN-LXO2e5P-5-LW02lK4lk7_23U75qpHxf1PFeUbvwvmEA_zkQaskVY_31KSmjVVrvMncfjYsiYrd2zNEkq04vPyvsm1MehNUnPhw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>A true wildflower meadow, but only for a narrow strip
along the coast.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqoQlMdwajGW_1oImUSiKIQckJxNJAOErU7cg6QX4lRR4yHhnTyYGw6Nqnvtx4zGvSW3sdZSk_Hc28B9-u0rgxyBwV_nyifWhAF3QSBdr6DkN_aZ_l3sbVaoQlyWQJi14yFtvW5jyxg_RY2Pmrrk2zSmltz_XwowI_xdzN6FUnqrTV99d66Q=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqoQlMdwajGW_1oImUSiKIQckJxNJAOErU7cg6QX4lRR4yHhnTyYGw6Nqnvtx4zGvSW3sdZSk_Hc28B9-u0rgxyBwV_nyifWhAF3QSBdr6DkN_aZ_l3sbVaoQlyWQJi14yFtvW5jyxg_RY2Pmrrk2zSmltz_XwowI_xdzN6FUnqrTV99d66Q=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>We walked as far as
Greenala Point which we reckoned was halfway between Stackpole Quay
and Freshwater East. It is a rocky headland with the remains of an
ancient fort on it. There we turned back.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgP95N57bZ3CtpKMr6tmwxMKKsXpy8h0gvUyGOuaFCllb0v6Bi6iqB-jt2LbGq1N1OwbbNIQOAD3tdYHdFimk6joXfUyaY7WkpfyD0APK-eaN1UMdNPJl758wA3KTE9SjArT0cMjW1SJZqNPBqAOqBkbKzOmvNsJ6xHwv4Miiz9303A722Bag=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgP95N57bZ3CtpKMr6tmwxMKKsXpy8h0gvUyGOuaFCllb0v6Bi6iqB-jt2LbGq1N1OwbbNIQOAD3tdYHdFimk6joXfUyaY7WkpfyD0APK-eaN1UMdNPJl758wA3KTE9SjArT0cMjW1SJZqNPBqAOqBkbKzOmvNsJ6xHwv4Miiz9303A722Bag=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(b)
We started at Greenala Point at the exact spot behind the fort where
we had turned round yesterday. The views were spectacular and it was
very clear.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixSCY8aSt7_65nUJTDmn6QQGA7iyU4GmQq08qd06wadXtqsQbacIfQ_fF41JkJddYA5BLSwPn32d7300_QWb0QeLut7zyFkXtuzC_mkRAkaR6o2ATBy039gwmzAb4X2ST4KBMpbx7rR-QF7JJIuYlgi3Yu2mPh1tJkbwdGa2OBDfA3PK5J-g=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="1024" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixSCY8aSt7_65nUJTDmn6QQGA7iyU4GmQq08qd06wadXtqsQbacIfQ_fF41JkJddYA5BLSwPn32d7300_QWb0QeLut7zyFkXtuzC_mkRAkaR6o2ATBy039gwmzAb4X2ST4KBMpbx7rR-QF7JJIuYlgi3Yu2mPh1tJkbwdGa2OBDfA3PK5J-g=w400-h285" width="400" /></a></div>At the top of one hill we climbed was a notice on a gate
saying “</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Lundy
View</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">”.
Sure enough, very faint on the horizon we could just make out Lundy
Island which is in North Devon!</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> Looking back we could see Barafundle Bay, in the sunshine today!<br /></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMWFXA456hYyy1MzY3kOm8qmWxre9kJWjupT2Vzctds-1dNEP6hdNdamAgPHBnqvXomC77bvJIKH6DNE61900JHkhHbb8V7DMa9TOi5x3ytbDg9-n8NJeCDRpBTFdgWtVzavDp-nEINzyM-F6orDxEkC9sCP3V_nALL_1QCvtIm2ZAFa3pYw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMWFXA456hYyy1MzY3kOm8qmWxre9kJWjupT2Vzctds-1dNEP6hdNdamAgPHBnqvXomC77bvJIKH6DNE61900JHkhHbb8V7DMa9TOi5x3ytbDg9-n8NJeCDRpBTFdgWtVzavDp-nEINzyM-F6orDxEkC9sCP3V_nALL_1QCvtIm2ZAFa3pYw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>The slopes seemed
even more steep on this half of the Walk, both up and down. But we
coped — taking it very slowly. We saw a lot of rock falls and
wondered how recent they were.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlT-6uWN52SWi84RZ5whMUHOSsEq8htxfKNeGYtXwmpAGMkAgn-uHEXqAT984RkEkNVvP8dje14hTqGh2J9l8xkafDfNwJO7YekVKFp0E7kIG_VSMhYmQ7lwYbZlVNKPQJzOrleQfUs4cy6KxcAsO50I2diTB3sDoze5bCuAvOeZsncTJ-8Q=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="1024" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlT-6uWN52SWi84RZ5whMUHOSsEq8htxfKNeGYtXwmpAGMkAgn-uHEXqAT984RkEkNVvP8dje14hTqGh2J9l8xkafDfNwJO7YekVKFp0E7kIG_VSMhYmQ7lwYbZlVNKPQJzOrleQfUs4cy6KxcAsO50I2diTB3sDoze5bCuAvOeZsncTJ-8Q=w400-h286" width="400" /></a></div>At the top of
Trewent Point we walked to the end instead of just cutting across
like we had earlier on the way out. It was rather overgrown and
underwhelming. I had hoped there would be a seat at the end so we
could sit and soak in the view — but there wasn't so we couldn't.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgz1Uz_fmaX7VOmKUzzLKfO-0oNNQ-xN25Tm-O_hbXJK8MmCr68URwGzuFgVqFDKNCiBFlA4jfk92ModLeB-_KipIAJ37xmjVdtRttKjq6ziS64cfz6CkODyZYx_R-NpzrMz3lzqV6jlqYJejZt44SdkUSyq3gl6J8fsLq1F_Sp2nszXWyX4Q=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgz1Uz_fmaX7VOmKUzzLKfO-0oNNQ-xN25Tm-O_hbXJK8MmCr68URwGzuFgVqFDKNCiBFlA4jfk92ModLeB-_KipIAJ37xmjVdtRttKjq6ziS64cfz6CkODyZYx_R-NpzrMz3lzqV6jlqYJejZt44SdkUSyq3gl6J8fsLq1F_Sp2nszXWyX4Q=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>Freshwater East
beach looked great from up there. We had to negotiate a long and
steep path coming down to the beach, which was a great strain on my
knees. There were no steps. But my knees coped with it, as did I.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgL20f0YCfpoG1w8yKao9rVcdkFFXjFyBjfVhLM6K_zsiH1EnTLdlNRJ0ww7Kx9hVbaIuy6zhYyxUlvY_pAzAHB5mFw-X4-kxUvschcfcLHJx4Sjn6Q2Dof4nGVSGLlbiEWvjA1MV7Fsh_MYaLTBqIQvxyUEQEgFHoQbuHYxRCiXL620haQQQ=s1024" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgL20f0YCfpoG1w8yKao9rVcdkFFXjFyBjfVhLM6K_zsiH1EnTLdlNRJ0ww7Kx9hVbaIuy6zhYyxUlvY_pAzAHB5mFw-X4-kxUvschcfcLHJx4Sjn6Q2Dof4nGVSGLlbiEWvjA1MV7Fsh_MYaLTBqIQvxyUEQEgFHoQbuHYxRCiXL620haQQQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div>I took a photo of
flowering succulents on a garden wall — a dazzling picture! We
crossed the stream at the bottom, and that was the end of the Walk.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.394, we shall pick up Walk no.395 next time where the stream
crosses the road at Freshwater East. It was twenty-five to two, so
the Walk had taken us two hours forty-five minutes. We walked back
to our caravan and had lunch there.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next day we
towed our caravan home to Malvern.</span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-8559304304378596932021-06-20T17:33:00.070+01:002022-01-17T17:56:08.385+00:00Walk 393 -- Bosherston Lily Ponds to Stackpole Quay<div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 43 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 185
days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Drizzle which kept coming and going.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Bosherston Lily Ponds to Stackpole Quay.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
3 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3978 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: A steep and difficult start over soft sand. <span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Otherwise
gently undulating grassy cliff paths.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: In.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: Nos<span style="font-style: normal;">.958, 959 and 960.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. This
morning we drove to Stackpole Quay and parked in the National Trust
car park. The bus times were too awkward to use today, so we walked
to Eight Arch Bridge, then alongside one of the lily ponds to the
bench overlooking Broad Haven South beach.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to Stackpole Quay and drove back to our caravan at
Freshwater East.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPMiBEXiFazDtwEI3eStc-DivkI5r7igHoWSg-bIthwRP21UjQhObRVa3ANPUz4uPLDXcoTKgcT2XXh11O_ocNVMEcrD-u_tW2QSZBOS0uEVooX2xV9Ig-r7WKxvizddPBU0-sxDh62X0Fz923IM6HSMRcMz1PPizcptNfRb-4tnhpnxV2Aw=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPMiBEXiFazDtwEI3eStc-DivkI5r7igHoWSg-bIthwRP21UjQhObRVa3ANPUz4uPLDXcoTKgcT2XXh11O_ocNVMEcrD-u_tW2QSZBOS0uEVooX2xV9Ig-r7WKxvizddPBU0-sxDh62X0Fz923IM6HSMRcMz1PPizcptNfRb-4tnhpnxV2Aw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We started today's
Walk by sitting on the bench at the end of the lily ponds overlooking
Broad Haven Beach where we finished the last Walk. We had just
completed a lovely saunter from Stackpole Quay via Eight Arch Bridge,
so we rested there and ate our lunch. The coast path almost
immediately left the lily ponds, which we have very much enjoyed
walking round over the past few days, and took us up an almost
vertical slope of very soft sand. Every time we put a foot forward
it slipped down again almost to where it had started — it was a
real struggle to get up to the top of the cliffs. But it was well
worth it for the views over Broad Haven Beach and the lily ponds.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjKrNDCPh0D7mGlQS7SSJwyhjF6aTjXGU8ue87CrlO_VgL6r4cXSH0CENGou5VNwN-kCrBj9angdno7oDumqfkvY5XJoyklteP4id8l-zrDX4EKuFQdnifqkDXMzkmkydoCUDPec4K_VTS2MrQHOCavS6MYDYcsgCWsOy3TufbBPxch2KjfQ=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjKrNDCPh0D7mGlQS7SSJwyhjF6aTjXGU8ue87CrlO_VgL6r4cXSH0CENGou5VNwN-kCrBj9angdno7oDumqfkvY5XJoyklteP4id8l-zrDX4EKuFQdnifqkDXMzkmkydoCUDPec4K_VTS2MrQHOCavS6MYDYcsgCWsOy3TufbBPxch2KjfQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhirPsP5DS9zgvkmbClmvYzUcUIVpoFwOpAQg8k_hylDkliH_vetNAEJzQDUoFKrHUmFxXSDmXB9q0FTw1tqoiFHZQII7y-plLlVFIlaMczW0kQx4A7CPGuYj1IF_c5FE2zwad-NjFJlXbpJoRxw7do5JLxgbhha4dpVBleAiQmb2CnC0V-LA=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhirPsP5DS9zgvkmbClmvYzUcUIVpoFwOpAQg8k_hylDkliH_vetNAEJzQDUoFKrHUmFxXSDmXB9q0FTw1tqoiFHZQII7y-plLlVFIlaMczW0kQx4A7CPGuYj1IF_c5FE2zwad-NjFJlXbpJoRxw7do5JLxgbhha4dpVBleAiQmb2CnC0V-LA=s320" width="320" /></a></div>It was a relief to
get on to a firm grassy path. We were both wearing our kags already,
but when the drizzle intensified we struggled into our overtrousers.
Then the rain practically stopped, of course! I took my overtrousers
off pretty soon because I find them too hot and I'd rather have wet
trouser legs.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWngcwGIk4VpDRFQ30X--yhCmEdTDrzTJESjRYXbZm_QwC8SGfANGaQSV77epGhkx8UATtgaBUiCHAJpuKyyDrWvTYyDYpZB4k7hMVA-YVXmLC-dH22_bnla3-2G4VK_bka7IiLQaRnaMVFOXKEhwA8ZX7odPAg93SHwdMrOEr-kxSibhs_A=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWngcwGIk4VpDRFQ30X--yhCmEdTDrzTJESjRYXbZm_QwC8SGfANGaQSV77epGhkx8UATtgaBUiCHAJpuKyyDrWvTYyDYpZB4k7hMVA-YVXmLC-dH22_bnla3-2G4VK_bka7IiLQaRnaMVFOXKEhwA8ZX7odPAg93SHwdMrOEr-kxSibhs_A=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>We walked round several inlets and a huge sinkhole
looking at the rocks. But when we got to Stackpole Head the wind and
rain intensified. It was really quite nasty out there, so we cut
across the 'neck' and missed it out.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWHZPy3G3y3DgEHdaFc6AroK6QXqD_Q0O_SKYqmSJb1TkkPZNZczFGx5NIFitCh38q9JeT_5sqwZCIj7VQNSHkRs_BNyl8227cR05zyDVogrUAwrHRAE1CGmUeeU4lFC7oSlj1l8biDdOU9GG2e0ysBTat8G94X30ErofVsJCvNyTER2KwWQ=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWHZPy3G3y3DgEHdaFc6AroK6QXqD_Q0O_SKYqmSJb1TkkPZNZczFGx5NIFitCh38q9JeT_5sqwZCIj7VQNSHkRs_BNyl8227cR05zyDVogrUAwrHRAE1CGmUeeU4lFC7oSlj1l8biDdOU9GG2e0ysBTat8G94X30ErofVsJCvNyTER2KwWQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizzPkKpZfjCHXQHxHbEIktIgKAOzS9OmfBIijvFoRjuMeadimIeqq5X6NEJGZaE26V89gqS1gLVzxspvhxuo2ECaIGa6iQzOR2BdiSo9gNh9vAVZnocrva4z-7BQPdRKpzKQ6wfwGy6hdOczd-95tzLVqqQciJVPyfifEqRASQEKxYGSa6pA=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizzPkKpZfjCHXQHxHbEIktIgKAOzS9OmfBIijvFoRjuMeadimIeqq5X6NEJGZaE26V89gqS1gLVzxspvhxuo2ECaIGa6iQzOR2BdiSo9gNh9vAVZnocrva4z-7BQPdRKpzKQ6wfwGy6hdOczd-95tzLVqqQciJVPyfifEqRASQEKxYGSa6pA=s320" width="320" /></a></div>We were surprised at
the number of people out walking the cliff paths on this rainy day —
not what we're used to. But we Brits have come to appreciate the
natural world a lot more since Covid struck. Most of us have to
holiday at home this year because foreign travel is so difficult with
all the new rules and regulations which seem to change on a daily
basis.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcQgKRcZvW3YEBzI8k7AkWmyekqL0MFuKNsq2Oh28oH-UA6qLRRI6uCuXAsPBdRFYn5wZ_x7CaUvHlapi3aL7VuHVsCYHANfNyoBDAxX-E9HVk7lxIq77Jv7SL6Voohd0n5OG4-kSal7AlJGf8xe6Wt_oCxA-JthQYwVHHFuD5doLAYsbIPQ=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcQgKRcZvW3YEBzI8k7AkWmyekqL0MFuKNsq2Oh28oH-UA6qLRRI6uCuXAsPBdRFYn5wZ_x7CaUvHlapi3aL7VuHVsCYHANfNyoBDAxX-E9HVk7lxIq77Jv7SL6Voohd0n5OG4-kSal7AlJGf8xe6Wt_oCxA-JthQYwVHHFuD5doLAYsbIPQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div>If you manage to get to your foreign resort for a holiday,
you never know whether you'll be able to get home without having to
spend over £1000 to isolate in a hotel for ten days. So all British
resorts are crowded out this year.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid3rvGQXTdIuKSVHUciTIIiq51cUWpnMqJuMaNEqv6-y-ERi1k_l_AF1V1QBVqTYCX0cnglEPQKZ_jI7YxXwHsO2NONP5F6HL86RFXtCfJBb3FOWONAe7JJH6jDlIYQYQDWG41e1g5JL0u4-BMU55LypPJyZHZqscHz96UWvBWeGifGRTpsA=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid3rvGQXTdIuKSVHUciTIIiq51cUWpnMqJuMaNEqv6-y-ERi1k_l_AF1V1QBVqTYCX0cnglEPQKZ_jI7YxXwHsO2NONP5F6HL86RFXtCfJBb3FOWONAe7JJH6jDlIYQYQDWG41e1g5JL0u4-BMU55LypPJyZHZqscHz96UWvBWeGifGRTpsA=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>As we descended to
Barafundle Bay the rain eased off, and we felt nothing under the
trees. Barafundle has been my favourite beach ever since I first
discovered it back in the 1970s. I had really been looking forward
to getting there on our Grand Coastal Trek, and I was mildly annoyed
that it was raining on the very day we passed through. The trouble
is that nowadays this remote and lovely beach, which is <i>completely</i>
undeveloped and can only be reached by walking across the cliff tops,
has been discovered by far too many other people. I was counting the
discarded plastic bottles, and Colin saw at least half a dozen
throwaway barbecues strewn on the sand. So sad. But the beach is
still beautiful!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiA98wHx14W0J2Em9ErvjCPeXU4OtetQzg5S2tM2x2JXGEmXqFAyRmBYwc9QDdzPeFAf6j1sH8J3waAz16WsxCZi0IsxD_mdZrV0ffUf7vFxNF5E3wmqWLvajeI0y2Znf6lR2bF6uaNP6SGy5KfVKIKwVhNA9LqmN_H4oWXy7j7Napcx6zkmQ=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiA98wHx14W0J2Em9ErvjCPeXU4OtetQzg5S2tM2x2JXGEmXqFAyRmBYwc9QDdzPeFAf6j1sH8J3waAz16WsxCZi0IsxD_mdZrV0ffUf7vFxNF5E3wmqWLvajeI0y2Znf6lR2bF6uaNP6SGy5KfVKIKwVhNA9LqmN_H4oWXy7j7Napcx6zkmQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>We walked across
the sand, then climbed the steep steps out of it. At the top we sat
down just to gaze at this amazing strip of sand to really appreciate
it. <i>(If only we were there on our own, not having to share it
with about a hundred other people!)</i></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj88jDuY_fgYmVYNv0GgiU8HwOFi5337I5HgwcQIkM3mTK1QST14gUDOZWGIdoY8EMP_YUXeb1n1an1ZYkqp6PTM80p44A4j9nd0KqF0j4PgvpYOOSPHAvfleKs0otAU3SIdW8EajY_1xCrJua4YFz7p9ZIJiyfe2A2pa_C18hkLP3K9yvz-w=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj88jDuY_fgYmVYNv0GgiU8HwOFi5337I5HgwcQIkM3mTK1QST14gUDOZWGIdoY8EMP_YUXeb1n1an1ZYkqp6PTM80p44A4j9nd0KqF0j4PgvpYOOSPHAvfleKs0otAU3SIdW8EajY_1xCrJua4YFz7p9ZIJiyfe2A2pa_C18hkLP3K9yvz-w=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>Eventually we tore
our selves away and walked a mile over the hill to Stackpole Quay
which is a tiny rocky harbour built in the 19<sup>th</sup> century
for the limeworks nearby.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3l6QLcZ_kE1CgGbXmcSmTohN7GfffeQv5EEDzOcLbOYvAE50zoopVVTBWsF3BpVUFs7aHZ9vrNmQ0L6oLOK5k1CiH0DwTlOnBYLz6VJ-fjyiiYyTHRq4hnKGyiWsgthedhN-qoODKG8Urw6jlV6sXgbczGZd8BmN--FwLRiuofezvKIsUBA=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3l6QLcZ_kE1CgGbXmcSmTohN7GfffeQv5EEDzOcLbOYvAE50zoopVVTBWsF3BpVUFs7aHZ9vrNmQ0L6oLOK5k1CiH0DwTlOnBYLz6VJ-fjyiiYyTHRq4hnKGyiWsgthedhN-qoODKG8Urw6jlV6sXgbczGZd8BmN--FwLRiuofezvKIsUBA=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.393, we shall pick up Walk no.394 next time at the entrance to
Stackpole Quay. It was twenty to three, so the Walk had taken us two
hours ten minutes. We walked up to the car park and drove back our
caravan at Freshwater East.</span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-89374443847052753752021-06-19T17:28:00.162+01:002022-01-14T17:35:13.548+00:00Walk 392 -- Merrion to Bosherston Lily Ponds<p>
</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ages:</span> Colin was 79 years and 42 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 184
days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Mostly sunny with quite a cool breeze.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Merrion to Bosherston Lily Ponds.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
7 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3975 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: <span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
first two miles were along a concrete road across the ranges. Mostly
a clifftop track, sometimes stony and sometimes grassy. Slightly
undulating but there was one deep cleft. We also descended the
cliffs to a chapel. Deep sand beach at the end.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: In, going out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: No<span style="font-style: normal;">ne.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. This
morning we drove to Bosherston and parked in the National Trust car
park. We caught the bus to Merrion and were dropped off at the gate
which leads across the ranges. This gate was open today, and the red
flag had been taken down.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to a bench overlooking Broad Haven South beach. It is
situated at the end of Bosherston Lily Ponds. After a rest, we
walked alongside one of the lily ponds back to the car park. Then we
drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNi5zd33jYAILoGJOGj56BNl4z8mAAyG9Xu40IxH3_qKagNhwdTjxe_DHXyUS-37y1fjuuBsnahkKy06Z6IJRqxTbq5TCPN1ekAC3-UtjcM2NpJHF7mq5xHKPRMmdeJtG7KHqBdmmK31ijB-9FOuWjzKFZAI_xsi25_NzcY8noMrUNF_7LDQ=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNi5zd33jYAILoGJOGj56BNl4z8mAAyG9Xu40IxH3_qKagNhwdTjxe_DHXyUS-37y1fjuuBsnahkKy06Z6IJRqxTbq5TCPN1ekAC3-UtjcM2NpJHF7mq5xHKPRMmdeJtG7KHqBdmmK31ijB-9FOuWjzKFZAI_xsi25_NzcY8noMrUNF_7LDQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">My injured thumb is
still a little bit sore, but it is nearly back to normal now. The
gate to the ranges was open, so we were able to do today's planned
Walk. The first couple of miles were boring, we walked an almost
straight concrete road leading from the crossroads, where we got off
the bus, to the sea.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoxgM_Tsts9jJEzRwCQsfHCniq-85XCHnBkeQmmpeBz7HwMoxaYVPd4oFXG9KI1W3EEXLaCwetoqCLJN9eCEr4PNU4aqi9BQCFnQCIxCo4FtoaCpG_PMU9gdybB0hGe-kLPJJmOlfVfBPle72wjRXBs9ZJzr3_XiPSWE946CTg2PLffhlWOg=s1024" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoxgM_Tsts9jJEzRwCQsfHCniq-85XCHnBkeQmmpeBz7HwMoxaYVPd4oFXG9KI1W3EEXLaCwetoqCLJN9eCEr4PNU4aqi9BQCFnQCIxCo4FtoaCpG_PMU9gdybB0hGe-kLPJJmOlfVfBPle72wjRXBs9ZJzr3_XiPSWE946CTg2PLffhlWOg=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>About halfway along we came to another
crossroads where range traffic could go across. A young soldier was
standing there all day making sure that the general public didn't
stray off course. What a job! We felt sorry for him. We heard
skylarks as we walked down, lots of them. And we noted a few bent
trees and bushes — it must get very windy there at times.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEgxO0jgjP1ya_i764gNJDyel-lehjDIxrd2tIvA4gleddyq_4Tvf3qHnDzHdy-5c5EP3KkyI-V8wfsEzfHomho2lAQA3DhEn1EIsdgIiEH3fOO9X_4kARW82ShvZhMMRWXn-JvEba1Kl_GiUrwNI_xCYGVE5iGi2pxFHPZA3ose6XvuUnHw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1024" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEgxO0jgjP1ya_i764gNJDyel-lehjDIxrd2tIvA4gleddyq_4Tvf3qHnDzHdy-5c5EP3KkyI-V8wfsEzfHomho2lAQA3DhEn1EIsdgIiEH3fOO9X_4kARW82ShvZhMMRWXn-JvEba1Kl_GiUrwNI_xCYGVE5iGi2pxFHPZA3ose6XvuUnHw=w400-h289" width="400" /></a></div>On arrival at the
car park at the top of the cliffs, we veered a little to the right to
look at the natural rock arch called “The Green Bridge of Wales”.
It is quite spectacular. Next to it is a rock stack which was
covered in squawking guillemots — we had heard them from well down
the road as we were approaching.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2gGtko-KyZwiN-bvllHjzO-QsAvUaFjGREQSqRmzZYBbhCZs400Ewqn58S02JG2PnNGiOz8Fwm9rP8JgtF7oAEgfFD6zeAnKRiRz3BKzrbHyNZOaXOVuBKCe4Th3N3rp-3yBgBlNKvw3IWYvIhosxJ1F-13vyqvwuc6Y4JsdDu5_a7jEvFA=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2gGtko-KyZwiN-bvllHjzO-QsAvUaFjGREQSqRmzZYBbhCZs400Ewqn58S02JG2PnNGiOz8Fwm9rP8JgtF7oAEgfFD6zeAnKRiRz3BKzrbHyNZOaXOVuBKCe4Th3N3rp-3yBgBlNKvw3IWYvIhosxJ1F-13vyqvwuc6Y4JsdDu5_a7jEvFA=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>While we were
watching them, I happened to notice that a couple of cyclists had
lifted their bikes over a gate to the west and were cycling off over
Castlemartin Ranges! Now, I was under the impression that those
ranges are permanently out of bounds because of all the ordnance that
has been left there. I walked over to the gate to read the notices
which were the usual “Keep Out” variety, but the one on the gate
talked about “permit holders”.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibWb5rPApLHem8w3aPCDJ5TD-46ubM2ZA_dU_4UoIgKd9LG1hSdeYVma-w6Rhu0LlX-Flis362_Yaoi5t8xKQefZG1YB1e_v7vtBkw_oXz_FVYH0nZdu2BLlilH8HnbcKj4w1C3uWsMdpShrinPSS4OWNkUsbXnFWTVDeJXBAJK-RSAI2xJw=s1024" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibWb5rPApLHem8w3aPCDJ5TD-46ubM2ZA_dU_4UoIgKd9LG1hSdeYVma-w6Rhu0LlX-Flis362_Yaoi5t8xKQefZG1YB1e_v7vtBkw_oXz_FVYH0nZdu2BLlilH8HnbcKj4w1C3uWsMdpShrinPSS4OWNkUsbXnFWTVDeJXBAJK-RSAI2xJw=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Then two hikers came up and
climbed over the padlocked gate. So I asked them, and they said you
could get a permit by filling in a form online and handing it in to
the soldier we had passed further back at the crossroads. I was
miffed at this because I knew nothing about it. We had discounted
Castlemartin Ranges as a dead loss and did that last Walk on a deadly
inland route round them. Ah well, it's done now.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5c89JcJBVOF8k07_Y4a3wLl8kf7j2iNr9EZa4tPjroPyWRYMYaltf12rqBCNPMsJo-FrZYWB_dsFXaVzrZAqJzaEuXExKneWQevBDdPWVDUsGrcQa9QeHndQUlE3Qmn58ZnFsbltB1BRFM18e7Qr9zTsn87mwmiVGLkM22Bgx0ZNNy8OCpg=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5c89JcJBVOF8k07_Y4a3wLl8kf7j2iNr9EZa4tPjroPyWRYMYaltf12rqBCNPMsJo-FrZYWB_dsFXaVzrZAqJzaEuXExKneWQevBDdPWVDUsGrcQa9QeHndQUlE3Qmn58ZnFsbltB1BRFM18e7Qr9zTsn87mwmiVGLkM22Bgx0ZNNy8OCpg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqxDTrPghTR2nJayd-nSlA9Ky7qvOy6kLI0m9nJydWsjPvZWyn-0SfNOt117uEhnEuBwcd4zILnWO0hIevZ8msSxw-J0gctPuP75u9O33BP1v2MG_3ZNEDPyX9bTYiw1XfXUiGd3wJQWiCVV7IEMfLrLucWt6PnLeAuZmw_9JFLXPD0wsT-A=s1024" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqxDTrPghTR2nJayd-nSlA9Ky7qvOy6kLI0m9nJydWsjPvZWyn-0SfNOt117uEhnEuBwcd4zILnWO0hIevZ8msSxw-J0gctPuP75u9O33BP1v2MG_3ZNEDPyX9bTYiw1XfXUiGd3wJQWiCVV7IEMfLrLucWt6PnLeAuZmw_9JFLXPD0wsT-A=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We continued
eastwards along the track, passing more guillemots squabbling on
stack rocks on the way. We saw lots of wild flowers, especially
lovely were the wild orchids we found.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMLKWT4y0AHjI3CvyGDlur4yZ0mfDh92v0KBQEWZOe5cPBZqavoxIs3u_YsdjGeavmvaxz9QrOseUXXr2OHegcPnKohA4xXkIzOx8r5q1ZqwsGsFOJtbjv-KNnV4pnsLuMRVSFqBpTQTxRqUZ6QEAbHIxjH4-QaGnaJ4eF7mnxNB8GQEMqeg=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMLKWT4y0AHjI3CvyGDlur4yZ0mfDh92v0KBQEWZOe5cPBZqavoxIs3u_YsdjGeavmvaxz9QrOseUXXr2OHegcPnKohA4xXkIzOx8r5q1ZqwsGsFOJtbjv-KNnV4pnsLuMRVSFqBpTQTxRqUZ6QEAbHIxjH4-QaGnaJ4eF7mnxNB8GQEMqeg=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div>The track went in a much
straighter line than the actual coast, and at times seemed to veer
away from it. But we discovered, when we went to look for a suitable
bush to “water”, that there wasn't really any other path, and
that it was very difficult trying to walk over rough ground. So we
stuck to the track.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW8Y0CQlirrtxelOpuRU8qOUTVh2KnSz72B0NZxyDwzSWYxmSWPUhoT94zSGxF73-ZZdi7mpZ7v6ZWpNGEXSWkOQYS0ejIwG7Y-nXgjR9kVMTfW7huRqMk_Tsf0HYzZRnvSTOReDYFaT0p4q4TthRn1vMU4vkrKINoAkIy82DcRU-3hUnfUQ=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW8Y0CQlirrtxelOpuRU8qOUTVh2KnSz72B0NZxyDwzSWYxmSWPUhoT94zSGxF73-ZZdi7mpZ7v6ZWpNGEXSWkOQYS0ejIwG7Y-nXgjR9kVMTfW7huRqMk_Tsf0HYzZRnvSTOReDYFaT0p4q4TthRn1vMU4vkrKINoAkIy82DcRU-3hUnfUQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>After passing
Bullslaughter Bay — <i>what a lovely name! </i>— the track turned
a corner in order to follow the coast. It divided into two — the
shorter one went through a deep dip and the longer one went through a
shallower dip. We chose the longer one. We looked around for
somewhere to eat our lunch. Colin chose some rocks next to an old
World War II pill-box. It was perfect! We were out of the wind and
had a lovely view back across Bullslaughter Bay.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkLBMu6djugeDfWHv9HVRdxf3AjGEipJ-IC_k27ew_PThr77sthZRlOR_QB9lM6W0vOpO6Hq2bifvSawGigsqBzVbh3YgV30GKUV0pk5ZVkswpnMrdKpRprFDJxGYRtxk7xPmGT_rxYDUwEDITXurOetlpEl8XLM62hRAmROjkwHCtBi0jkg=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="1024" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkLBMu6djugeDfWHv9HVRdxf3AjGEipJ-IC_k27ew_PThr77sthZRlOR_QB9lM6W0vOpO6Hq2bifvSawGigsqBzVbh3YgV30GKUV0pk5ZVkswpnMrdKpRprFDJxGYRtxk7xPmGT_rxYDUwEDITXurOetlpEl8XLM62hRAmROjkwHCtBi0jkg=w400-h301" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_b6GK2kw8Rdh0iNI_E1pA65uZBserQzYY5tTBrKe6WKNIs6UhHMCc3-Hf-XdOpNa0-Bb4UH8YktrMZO2nZV9XWZLHWPWA-haJBijoBuC0HKkvHYpc7qoQsgJBnoVAaBRGyPhCUHOzR9Idt50gPTZr41tC1uAlnzDUa7PWB5Y24LL1n55Z_w=s1024" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_b6GK2kw8Rdh0iNI_E1pA65uZBserQzYY5tTBrKe6WKNIs6UhHMCc3-Hf-XdOpNa0-Bb4UH8YktrMZO2nZV9XWZLHWPWA-haJBijoBuC0HKkvHYpc7qoQsgJBnoVAaBRGyPhCUHOzR9Idt50gPTZr41tC1uAlnzDUa7PWB5Y24LL1n55Z_w=s320" width="320" /></a></div>We hoofed on. It
was a bit boring because we continued to follow the track a little
bit inland from the cliff edge. But at least there were no clefts!
We passed the occasional rusty tank, just to remind us we were on
Army land.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNTkSG-FECx4uO2GfxtcruVBmsjk0Uv0sbin7hxsjH2M1ue-ZqbwIh4P-YvEZVgoKjDBDLyUz-2qXPAch4O9Orcbggl87n36ZwNAxMqTi8Tc8HI1_7ADkimMG7_l-UA7dVaRXjQNnSfp9dCVv62Az9emgoto8K3NE0JLaA0BzWirtlT07mNw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNTkSG-FECx4uO2GfxtcruVBmsjk0Uv0sbin7hxsjH2M1ue-ZqbwIh4P-YvEZVgoKjDBDLyUz-2qXPAch4O9Orcbggl87n36ZwNAxMqTi8Tc8HI1_7ADkimMG7_l-UA7dVaRXjQNnSfp9dCVv62Az9emgoto8K3NE0JLaA0BzWirtlT07mNw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2gozWDQmXJnthQ0h2dBNdJOouTgS1NgRKKkiqaFZde6ncgpuV-9XInTrfrrHLkorxh-XVpU4Bi-CDH23cTfIJ4Osy1CfgvJ9Mm-qeRCjeyk2ckZZitrFGlB9BOH837MwmUcolki9V8p-UTYHq5gY0UK1R0ClebAKuMH1pVDkyEjqqp8cyBw=s1024" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="771" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2gozWDQmXJnthQ0h2dBNdJOouTgS1NgRKKkiqaFZde6ncgpuV-9XInTrfrrHLkorxh-XVpU4Bi-CDH23cTfIJ4Osy1CfgvJ9Mm-qeRCjeyk2ckZZitrFGlB9BOH837MwmUcolki9V8p-UTYHq5gY0UK1R0ClebAKuMH1pVDkyEjqqp8cyBw=s320" width="241" /></a></div>Eventually we came
to some spectacular inlets, one of which is called “Huntsman's
Leap”. The story goes that a huntsman was being chased along the
clifftop by some pirates. In desperation he leapt, on his horse,
across the narrow cutting. Had the horse missed, they both would
have plunged to their deaths on the rocks below. They made it safely
across, but then the huntsman looked back at what he had just done
and died of shock!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">At last we came to
the car park at St Govan's. The tiny chapel in the cleft of the
cliff has intrigued me since the 1970s when I first discovered it. A
few years ago I wrote a poem about the story in the form of a
villanelle. I entered it into our local U3A Welsh group's
Eisteddfod, but it didn't win me the Bard's Chair! However, here it
is:</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><u><b> </b></u></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><u><b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgls39mDrvhhlWaFmnGtu_GC2lRSYxWzyEdiI7PZ2YJvXXMk4EKFGTGKxbeqcYRkV-EGLGLbj0UZjRFKrb-9MTiaHWkjiJGjIPgUWNjBt8POyO9NmjiIJVqvn1x5-G9F_cObV56kfdzD6-e_hk9DM8uUjYbZgWEMOlM8k-YNSxrKJBQOS_iiQ=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgls39mDrvhhlWaFmnGtu_GC2lRSYxWzyEdiI7PZ2YJvXXMk4EKFGTGKxbeqcYRkV-EGLGLbj0UZjRFKrb-9MTiaHWkjiJGjIPgUWNjBt8POyO9NmjiIJVqvn1x5-G9F_cObV56kfdzD6-e_hk9DM8uUjYbZgWEMOlM8k-YNSxrKJBQOS_iiQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></b></u></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><u><b>The Chapel in the Cliff</b></u></i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Where to hide ? Where to hide ? Just cliffs and
sea !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The pirates tried to kidnap me . Oh God !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A fissure opens up ! God is with me !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></span>
</div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Govan is my name . From across the sea</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>To visit Wales to preach, this path I trod .</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Where to hide ? Where to hide ? Just cliffs and
sea !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></span>
</div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A ransom they will ask, to release me .</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I am a holy monk, a man of God !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A fissure opens up ! God is with me !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></span>
</div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Rocks close above my head . They cannot see</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Nor know the fear which is beneath the sod .</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Where to hide ? Where to hide ? Just cliffs and
sea !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></span>
</div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>They’ve gone away, back to sea . I am free !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The fissure opens up . Thank you, my God !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The fissure opens up ! God is with me !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></span>
</div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>But a coward I’ve been ! Shame engulfs me .</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I’ll stay, I’ll build a chapel to my God.</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Where to hide ? Where to hide ? Just cliffs and
sea !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
</span></span><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A fissure opens up ! God is with me !</i></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
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down the steps into the chapel which</span> <span style="font-size: small;">is</span>
<span style="font-size: small;">empty. We went out the other side where we found some
rocks to sit on and eat the second half of our lunches. There were
lots of people coming and going, most with a mobile phone in hand as
people do these days.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">I carefully counted the steps coming down, and
again when we went up. Legend has it that it is never the same
coming down as it is going up, and I wanted to disprove this ancient
story. I was </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>so careful</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;">
to count correctly. I made it 76 steps coming down, and 77 going up
— </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Aaaaaaaaaahh!</b></i></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
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standing there with an ice cream in his hand said, <i>“That looks
hard! But the ice creams are good, I can recommend them!”</i>
What a good idea! So we went over and bought one each.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkaEfnClkyA1A-hzTxziZVXd1JWoMoehVWg6LmBQLyiwcEu4pXMqX3BZFLdO8nE-fLP5XVGiBRDr2GildUekHhzp8maXekm4FTdJ-ZwwrILvlbmbpMnxfHKgYg-t8QHRyShVYrh1fA_cv2d0vduwW3APgNEFsc4j2ogIagyl94qU6K_Nv3EQ=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkaEfnClkyA1A-hzTxziZVXd1JWoMoehVWg6LmBQLyiwcEu4pXMqX3BZFLdO8nE-fLP5XVGiBRDr2GildUekHhzp8maXekm4FTdJ-ZwwrILvlbmbpMnxfHKgYg-t8QHRyShVYrh1fA_cv2d0vduwW3APgNEFsc4j2ogIagyl94qU6K_Nv3EQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>We were feeling
tired by then, and we are getting old. We intended missing out on
walking round St Govan's Head, instead cutting straight across. But
the mistake we made was not looking at the map, we thought it would
be obvious. We followed a tarmac track from the car park, but that
took us to the end of St Govan's Head and we didn't realise this
until we got there. So we walked back along the other side, round
what looked like a tumulus, and were presented with a deep cleft. <i>Oh
no!</i> We hadn't been expecting one of those today. It didn't look
too bad, but we found a few tricky bits going down. Luckily I had my
poles, and Colin's steady hand to help me. Climbing up the other
side was steep with no steps, but we managed it okay. We joined the
track we should have been on, a track which came out of a different
corner of St Govan's car park and which didn't have a cleft to
negotiate.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We climbed over
another hill and there we exited the ranges through a gate. We were
relieved that they were now behind us. We were in Broad Haven South
car park.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe5JCMHj0k09WqACZUvqv4OBriBG9SxDesUudeGt8VGq775Zj1blr5gOHSFi9HsAEqTsk2uPPqfizsxGhawfm_8s7nXaId3tFbsoGkjET8fWSxZ1DwqFj_udLPyi3WQNEqjYXrhlVt2tALoI7fMwSve3je48ENbCZZkbOf6LucxXHT8qpYuQ=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe5JCMHj0k09WqACZUvqv4OBriBG9SxDesUudeGt8VGq775Zj1blr5gOHSFi9HsAEqTsk2uPPqfizsxGhawfm_8s7nXaId3tFbsoGkjET8fWSxZ1DwqFj_udLPyi3WQNEqjYXrhlVt2tALoI7fMwSve3je48ENbCZZkbOf6LucxXHT8qpYuQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>We soon found a very sandy path leading down to the beach.
Part way down was a path leading off through the bushes to the left.
A notice said “<span style="font-size: x-small;">START</span>” with an arrow. <i>Start
what?</i> Colin thought it might be our path leading behind the
dunes to the lily ponds, but I thought it went off too high up. So
we continued down and found there were no other paths leading off
before we hit the beach. For once I should have listened to my
better half!</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
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soft sand of a lovely golden colour — a beautiful beach but
terrible for walking on. So we went down to the water's edge and
walked along there where the wet sand was a tad firmer. On reaching
the other side, we walked back up the beach on wet sand next to a
pool. We came to a bench which overlooked the beach at the end of
the lily ponds.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqSKNp2HYnT037Alx8bHM6BfRQrCbX5L510wVJuAGkEBnH1Z2l6ohoBKQ0chSx0FF8Kpr5Oq8tZ4njcYAhhHYs83oyI6ZUn6DvypfuSI88jh-1goAEOj9YZKkHtvUVYrt8Aq-5lOfccpJbC06ehWGWEB5iqG6zXDLIgTHtj8mESpxwpn_5lw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqSKNp2HYnT037Alx8bHM6BfRQrCbX5L510wVJuAGkEBnH1Z2l6ohoBKQ0chSx0FF8Kpr5Oq8tZ4njcYAhhHYs83oyI6ZUn6DvypfuSI88jh-1goAEOj9YZKkHtvUVYrt8Aq-5lOfccpJbC06ehWGWEB5iqG6zXDLIgTHtj8mESpxwpn_5lw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>That ended Walk
no.392, we shall pick up Walk no.393 next time at the end of
Bosherston Lily Ponds overlooking Broad Haven South beach. It was
ten to four, so the Walk had taken us six and a half hours. After
resting on the bench for a while, we walked alongside one of the lily
ponds back to the car park. Then we drove back to our caravan at
Freshwater East.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-89208955072305051052021-06-17T14:52:00.134+01:002021-10-09T15:37:53.023+01:00Walk 391 -- Freshwater West to Merrion<div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 40 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 182
days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Sunny with a light breeze.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Freshwater West to Merrion.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
4 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3968 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: <span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mostly
grassy paths parallel to the roads we thought we were going to have
to walk. Also across fields. A little uneven in places. Very
gently undulating.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Coming in.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: No<span style="font-style: normal;">ne.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. This
morning we drove to Merrion and parked off-road by the fence of
Castlemartin Ranges. From there we caught the bus to Freshwater
West.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to the gateway leading on to the military ranges. The
gate was shut and a red flag was flying. We walked along the road to
where our car was parked and drove back to our caravan at Freshwater
East.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">By today the swelling of my hand is reduced, and the blackness is
fading. I can grip things better and it is not so painful.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Today's Walk was entirely inland thanks to the Army who commandeered
this beautiful chunk of the Welsh coast back in 1938 and have
steadfastly refused to give it back ever since. They were out there
today shooting away with their big guns and letting off smoky bombs.
We thought we were going to be walking entirely on roads and neither
of us were looking forward to it, but the bus driver on the way
pointed out all the footpaths that have been put in parallel to the
roads but behind hedges and sometimes across fields.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjug3omNVkB6f7om-5PbKdxNj6gCtkshv_IhxmSOzalkiY5K86fl7Zfw8-J8k0rE0rnMgLSVhuOiVwSRrcs0Lv3_k4C1WqDgI6jbyQmIWMKBcwjLxjWxcA1_BWghGM5wRmm7I1v/s1024/1.+Freshwater+West.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjug3omNVkB6f7om-5PbKdxNj6gCtkshv_IhxmSOzalkiY5K86fl7Zfw8-J8k0rE0rnMgLSVhuOiVwSRrcs0Lv3_k4C1WqDgI6jbyQmIWMKBcwjLxjWxcA1_BWghGM5wRmm7I1v/w400-h300/1.+Freshwater+West.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjffavc84amhuEtmyT1H40lZeHwcsAUfiHkCYDKd4MQ6gVt-WxLwhmWm1z0v5Me_gbbK7tV9HPqiGf_2cUBNtR2nTxrrvmj2YS79mA7O1rIGMIOSqjn95-HYS9c5DxwRGVzts/s1024/2.+Freshwater+West.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjffavc84amhuEtmyT1H40lZeHwcsAUfiHkCYDKd4MQ6gVt-WxLwhmWm1z0v5Me_gbbK7tV9HPqiGf_2cUBNtR2nTxrrvmj2YS79mA7O1rIGMIOSqjn95-HYS9c5DxwRGVzts/w200-h150/2.+Freshwater+West.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We started at the Freshwater West car park. Freshwater West is a
popular surfing beach, the waves come in to this shallow beach
directly from the Atlantic. This morning there were a few surfers
milling about in the car park but none in the water — I think the
tide was too far out. When the tide is right, they are there in
their hundreds, and surfing schools take place. We walked a few
yards on the road in the wrong direction to start our Walk in order
to access the first footpath</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbccHT2caGql5-YlCvRNIPELcXiGPyV7dtU13anbF42pCrxMRjk_2pGRPcFyFKu-jGs9kAwE80rmOFFpyYOgnm7jFC_cyvXD3CnYwLmCX2wxOZ7ZVQvVRDmxiOZ0DSBi_nqVl4/s1024/3.+Freshwater+West.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbccHT2caGql5-YlCvRNIPELcXiGPyV7dtU13anbF42pCrxMRjk_2pGRPcFyFKu-jGs9kAwE80rmOFFpyYOgnm7jFC_cyvXD3CnYwLmCX2wxOZ7ZVQvVRDmxiOZ0DSBi_nqVl4/w400-h300/3.+Freshwater+West.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvGhxd4iI1CpmL78qRlMQhAwgv61iY-N_8Y8AmzclJVpKtjEmgbCnzl68ZZT-Qgwr1G8p7M3txhy61q3HEG-B2FRc0vFmmq0AVbyLeyaB58cdtPGKU6OSr-fW2vOMD_U5LvtG/s1024/4.+C+on+path.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvGhxd4iI1CpmL78qRlMQhAwgv61iY-N_8Y8AmzclJVpKtjEmgbCnzl68ZZT-Qgwr1G8p7M3txhy61q3HEG-B2FRc0vFmmq0AVbyLeyaB58cdtPGKU6OSr-fW2vOMD_U5LvtG/w200-h150/4.+C+on+path.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>At first I wished I'd brought my poles
because the ground was a bit uneven. I hadn't brought them because
they are such a nuisance when walking on roads, and in the end I was
glad I had left them behind because it left my injured hand free for
the blood to flow and so reduce the swelling.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrqklbYR4nZUyuNWU4Je8ggljJg_5UeLrCps9BZ8IfrBbNaNtlO5dTAx-HYifvkOudb8EZ2LbLv_NhvaakH0T4Eb9N1l2puIr2wkfuPV2VdVwBxKgRlxLGbG6t8w9rz8iTSzx/s1024/6.+Keep+out%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrqklbYR4nZUyuNWU4Je8ggljJg_5UeLrCps9BZ8IfrBbNaNtlO5dTAx-HYifvkOudb8EZ2LbLv_NhvaakH0T4Eb9N1l2puIr2wkfuPV2VdVwBxKgRlxLGbG6t8w9rz8iTSzx/w150-h200/6.+Keep+out%2521.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>When this path came out on to the road there was another gate almost
opposite which lead us to a path parallel to the road but behind a
hedge. So we were well protected from the traffic which tends to
rush down this narrow lane towards the surfing beach. This path was
along the border of the ranges so we could hear the gunfire quite
close — it sounded as if we were in a war zone! We passed the
occasional red flag and notices telling us to keep out.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfh5h73d_zOoxWOvteIOYLPGkisF34Ev7TIFHNTvqYPQJoRlD7MHrkSv4je3YZHNHZm3bMl7RNVx0l9yyo0PzxVsU1Th0sKT0UPB4x8WmosaBfial4qCqIAmLcQQTp5En_PE-C/s1020/5.+R+by+red+flag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfh5h73d_zOoxWOvteIOYLPGkisF34Ev7TIFHNTvqYPQJoRlD7MHrkSv4je3YZHNHZm3bMl7RNVx0l9yyo0PzxVsU1Th0sKT0UPB4x8WmosaBfial4qCqIAmLcQQTp5En_PE-C/w482-h640/5.+R+by+red+flag.JPG" width="482" /></a></div>Approaching
a farm our path, which was well signposted, led away from the road
and crossed several fields.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyorQ6G4rSS13UC0EM8L07xmnL64Q8m5PHmIeMsw3JhdK0lo7Jn_Nt-oCqbCB5oECUH9zaCxeS2H1FXbURAGnYTAxyuFiGD6pN40GdM8WNr4hFOvv61vKNqA9_nX__ihGD5Gnc/s1024/7.+Beware+of+the+bull%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyorQ6G4rSS13UC0EM8L07xmnL64Q8m5PHmIeMsw3JhdK0lo7Jn_Nt-oCqbCB5oECUH9zaCxeS2H1FXbURAGnYTAxyuFiGD6pN40GdM8WNr4hFOvv61vKNqA9_nX__ihGD5Gnc/w400-h300/7.+Beware+of+the+bull%2521.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Despite the notice on a gate we didn't
meet any bulls! We came across some cows at one point but they took
very little notice of us. We eventually came to a lane leading into
Castlemartin, and along there we came to a deserted children's
playground with picnic tables. We went in there so I could have a
sit-down because I needed a rest. </span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Today's
Walk was so short we hadn't brought any food, just water.)</span></i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivm-84IunQDrrgPi74vUp6hDlNag41wLhB5CkBF8NtNoT6ZDtmujYZUswodj1EIGhwN2A7cTTIt9IXohg2olqyfhRHrnkou6oC9hl7jThyhqcRdMOgqRxNbzP5csi2307ADJqh/s1024/8.+Castlemartin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivm-84IunQDrrgPi74vUp6hDlNag41wLhB5CkBF8NtNoT6ZDtmujYZUswodj1EIGhwN2A7cTTIt9IXohg2olqyfhRHrnkou6oC9hl7jThyhqcRdMOgqRxNbzP5csi2307ADJqh/w400-h300/8.+Castlemartin.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Sufficiently
watered and rested, we carried on up to the roundabout in
Castlemartin. The road through the ranges, which we had driven along
last Monday, was closed with a gate across. There was also a car
parked in front of it. In a box next to it sat a man to stop anybody
going through (</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">What
a job!)</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWczNE1eiC3dR9nVqst4RzIAT_Sdm5eeVxcvWkinZSLS7nPu6v4rF7e-A6scwfHWyt9VvQD7iHNLyT6KBs12RjmIDMi5JP2WBR-gLQzWRDv8PIdgdFkII9QSePUCRetRQB2mCN/s1024/9.+Field+path.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWczNE1eiC3dR9nVqst4RzIAT_Sdm5eeVxcvWkinZSLS7nPu6v4rF7e-A6scwfHWyt9VvQD7iHNLyT6KBs12RjmIDMi5JP2WBR-gLQzWRDv8PIdgdFkII9QSePUCRetRQB2mCN/w400-h300/9.+Field+path.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We took the road signposted “Warren”, and after a few yards
there was a gate leading to a parallel path behind the hedge. This
led gently uphill for about half a mile.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXe0QaywaLEq9B-wphtQOXNB_DbNRepmOeCXjdn6gZb2wF8skOjqaVWDSS2LwKqiXrN-IYZ3PGJaQ-Vb-mzKhbN8gBcVF0cRmE0DuFOVeVnPMFz8T_-fMWv6oOp0-RBMN0h2G/s1024/10.+Field+path.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXe0QaywaLEq9B-wphtQOXNB_DbNRepmOeCXjdn6gZb2wF8skOjqaVWDSS2LwKqiXrN-IYZ3PGJaQ-Vb-mzKhbN8gBcVF0cRmE0DuFOVeVnPMFz8T_-fMWv6oOp0-RBMN0h2G/w400-h300/10.+Field+path.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>At the top of the hill we came to a “Range Viewing Area” where
you can see more or less the whole of the territory used by the Army.
Several cars were parked there and one man was out with binoculars.
But quite honestly there wasn't really anything much to see, it was
more the sound of the booming guns that interrupted our peaceful
Walk.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">From there our path led across several fields completely skirting the
hamlet of Warren. It was actually a short cut. We eventually
emerged on to a lane just a few yards north of the crossroads where a
road leads off to Stack Rocks. A red flag was flying and a gate
across the road was shut. We hope it will be open for the next Walk
on Saturday!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavBEN_kReqg2rnp5rzPhGjMJ5qgpCFP-1jTI3xzQkqo3XIkQqp8eQIu0xEwkQd0kn5QF-EWsOxV-qHuBEuH201xpVh6B04hKHhWgeT4LIs0kdHqH6-okx1Ma15Bfi3GaT85xO/s1024/11.+Red+flag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavBEN_kReqg2rnp5rzPhGjMJ5qgpCFP-1jTI3xzQkqo3XIkQqp8eQIu0xEwkQd0kn5QF-EWsOxV-qHuBEuH201xpVh6B04hKHhWgeT4LIs0kdHqH6-okx1Ma15Bfi3GaT85xO/w400-h300/11.+Red+flag.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.391, we shall pick up Walk no.392 next time at the gate to the
ranges near Merrion. It was ten past twelve, so the Walk had taken
us two hours, forty minutes. We walked along the road to where our
car was parked and drove back for lunch in our caravan at Freshwater
East.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today was a bit of a
bum Walk — we don't get much out of walking across fields and it
certainly wasn't by the coast. But it was not as bad as it might
have been, we hardly touched the roads.</span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-73747024645544923652021-06-15T06:37:00.107+01:002021-10-07T07:24:19.369+01:00Walk 390 -- West Angle Bay to Freshwater West<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 38 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 180
days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Sunny with a light breeze. Turning hot.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: West Angle Bay to Freshwater West.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
6 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3964 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: Mostly grassy cliff paths. <i><u><b>Very</b></u></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
undulating — up and down almost vertical 'paths' with few steps cut
in. It was dangerous! A flat sandy beach at the end.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Going out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: No<span style="font-style: normal;">.957.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning at Freshwater East. This
morning we drove to Freshwater West where we parked. We caught the
bus to West Angle Bay.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to Freshwater West car park. We bought delicious crab
rolls from the mobile cafe there and ate them ravenously. Then we
drove back to our caravan at Freshwater East.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTd0DajUmTb7Qpowmvyq2ocMuA7DIvtaVIbsi_Jle7UNc_N6T7bWfGVu1t9cKMJqwe0BMwt_CT3Bjzp24ZigJtZUsqiE-dORPhkoYhPvGKsgTxpfpvy2GKuV17MTLaVHIwLB1o/s1024/1.+West+Angle+Bay.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTd0DajUmTb7Qpowmvyq2ocMuA7DIvtaVIbsi_Jle7UNc_N6T7bWfGVu1t9cKMJqwe0BMwt_CT3Bjzp24ZigJtZUsqiE-dORPhkoYhPvGKsgTxpfpvy2GKuV17MTLaVHIwLB1o/w400-h300/1.+West+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A
notice at the top of the beach at West Angle Bay told us that coal
used to be brought in from South Pembrokeshire and used in a limekiln
alongside the small harbour. Locally made bricks were exported from
here. There were a string of forts around here to guard the entrance
to the estuary, the oldest of which dates from the 16</span></span><sup><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">th</span></span></sup><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
century.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhROxHw_vfq1YLWSi__GvKEAJNb6if4CbbAPmE0Onxwt2fQpGU8lH1Fb7AnxRDpUcw7_mp15w_mJF9xxXcqX-eN3CUr0Xzp2whKGcbC4YYbg8dt6L9h2jx3bahjtHraZA4QRe/s1024/2.+Fort.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhROxHw_vfq1YLWSi__GvKEAJNb6if4CbbAPmE0Onxwt2fQpGU8lH1Fb7AnxRDpUcw7_mp15w_mJF9xxXcqX-eN3CUr0Xzp2whKGcbC4YYbg8dt6L9h2jx3bahjtHraZA4QRe/w400-h300/2.+Fort.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We left West Angle Bay car park on a good path along the edge of a
grassy field. We noticed that a group of girls ahead of us were
taking short cuts across the field where the main path led. But we
stuck to the field edges on the official path and the one nearest the
sea. We were rewarded with magnificent views across to St Ishmael's
and St Ann's Head.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcVvsee6S-FKIUF4Enx1tdc97nUaumRptgMFk69L-Zsy8PXmIL6I5NQB0NEP_It-DB3hfIhvkAKXK890hKI0jkUx7xQmtj-gXGoDMp43LQkjB1BDatxJpHwF5pnaccJAMWOmb/s1024/3.+St+Ann%2527s+Head.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcVvsee6S-FKIUF4Enx1tdc97nUaumRptgMFk69L-Zsy8PXmIL6I5NQB0NEP_It-DB3hfIhvkAKXK890hKI0jkUx7xQmtj-gXGoDMp43LQkjB1BDatxJpHwF5pnaccJAMWOmb/w400-h300/3.+St+Ann%2527s+Head.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53UuM9mXzOYry6r5PK-cQPXRdAMxaynSmlzHlK6xHBQtGVDHcY0dU0bInRRtP9FSHVpk7Fy_hFWrBrVx-74gsLJzZenccDwwtdRGJyDqDk1yxHVbcR3fGzAHTfNcs7F9ToGSF/s1024/7.+C+on+gentle+path.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53UuM9mXzOYry6r5PK-cQPXRdAMxaynSmlzHlK6xHBQtGVDHcY0dU0bInRRtP9FSHVpk7Fy_hFWrBrVx-74gsLJzZenccDwwtdRGJyDqDk1yxHVbcR3fGzAHTfNcs7F9ToGSF/w200-h150/7.+C+on+gentle+path.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Colin was having trouble with one of his boots. We both bought new
and expensive walking boots a few weeks ago. Mine have been
'walked-in' and are super-comfy. Colin's are too except that they
rub on one ankle bone making it sore. I said that with use the
leather would become more supple and it would cease to rub, but that
didn't solve the immediate problem. Several times we had to stop
while he adjusted a foam pad he had inserted. Later it ceased to rub
as I had predicted, and he was comfortable.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtTRt2CE6Uy8EQasB1V94fxLkCxyOZZD1cmkZEMMFTjBkTnuSkN16uDbUcQ4772895MJfWjgB7hH-4oUd5WdtKnGakjAYQBsP9ccijDblkYn8RFhNc9xNAES7yM-EvuJFqAtx/s1024/4.+Horses+and+fort.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtTRt2CE6Uy8EQasB1V94fxLkCxyOZZD1cmkZEMMFTjBkTnuSkN16uDbUcQ4772895MJfWjgB7hH-4oUd5WdtKnGakjAYQBsP9ccijDblkYn8RFhNc9xNAES7yM-EvuJFqAtx/w400-h300/4.+Horses+and+fort.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgta3m_GtD13IrsZoVSkj9M-gFy6aunh4QAmX1TDIUxci7ZsvFuT3g3nRimF96DFMp6Ldtggy-AnAUDwkv0ooBi73Ee9xOgVjTnudDr2sli7zEyuP_1u4tSnP1-jmnXuGgUV_4z/s1024/5.+Hairy+friend.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgta3m_GtD13IrsZoVSkj9M-gFy6aunh4QAmX1TDIUxci7ZsvFuT3g3nRimF96DFMp6Ldtggy-AnAUDwkv0ooBi73Ee9xOgVjTnudDr2sli7zEyuP_1u4tSnP1-jmnXuGgUV_4z/w200-h150/5.+Hairy+friend.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We came to the westernmost point of our Walk and turned south. There
was the scant remains of an old fort at the end, and some horses with
very long manes were grazing.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Further
on we came to a Second World War gun emplacement. Obviously the
entrance to Milford Haven Harbour had to be very well defended in the
past.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGyBJ4GIV8NkW8uHBCMJjI5XPrD1PVfcYnSZclCepGxpFSlUi7yI3fGAJN5e_guy4V1Pks19aWno57MnWkW8ZEWdQ1_rSyAI7pvBd0JS-MMrG46ZVK4RfscEnBMUD2zxlQ2PJ/s1024/8.+R+at+gun+emplacement.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="757" data-original-width="1024" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGyBJ4GIV8NkW8uHBCMJjI5XPrD1PVfcYnSZclCepGxpFSlUi7yI3fGAJN5e_guy4V1Pks19aWno57MnWkW8ZEWdQ1_rSyAI7pvBd0JS-MMrG46ZVK4RfscEnBMUD2zxlQ2PJ/w400-h296/8.+R+at+gun+emplacement.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfVTfh8dQNwucYbk_ZhX11fnFMFRZKWR8VxhN6WrvCO03aHzmdrBk9bmxk-SoqnFitChLwGwabSMdRp2qcJdk3l_MGA69xA0Elj1_-X-xaMMkrDFWEDdFv2OrSAAhFzHqNmxY/s1024/6.+The+way+on.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfVTfh8dQNwucYbk_ZhX11fnFMFRZKWR8VxhN6WrvCO03aHzmdrBk9bmxk-SoqnFitChLwGwabSMdRp2qcJdk3l_MGA69xA0Elj1_-X-xaMMkrDFWEDdFv2OrSAAhFzHqNmxY/s320/6.+The+way+on.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We
were about a mile into the Walk when I remarked to Colin that the
notice on West Angle Bay beach had described this walk as
“challenging”. But we hadn't found it to be challenging at all,
in fact we were enjoying it very much. </span></span><i><b>I should
have kept my big mouth shut!</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
For next thing we came to a very deep cleft and the paths down and
up were nigh on vertical. No steps had been cut in, yet it was as
steep as a ladder! But we negotiated it without mishap — I used my
poles and took it very slowly at my own pace.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFsqzNPHZu-uYEI4c-QF_jPwfSyaQZtexr6tp-cXAkKsOGrJDrL-Eu0uNZ8T4IAox0MYr_6hZxe0iO7-z72qJcP_RNAS4P9lfg4HoUNlc9OplGnSI5BfSQXMrvZCOUVodwdqv/s1024/12.+Sheep+Island.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFsqzNPHZu-uYEI4c-QF_jPwfSyaQZtexr6tp-cXAkKsOGrJDrL-Eu0uNZ8T4IAox0MYr_6hZxe0iO7-z72qJcP_RNAS4P9lfg4HoUNlc9OplGnSI5BfSQXMrvZCOUVodwdqv/w400-h300/12.+Sheep+Island.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We passed Sheep Island where there are a lot of very interesting
rocks pushed up horizontally and vertically. A geologist's paradise!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07giZEILxHYFRTDjxPIchQy5_6dtgSPQBkoQHe1lWyHAcMwcI4YeOYHnKlFcytxlUAQLjNDGivLI-lB6ZbkbRBex81-nCEayb-8PwgnOUWkUHt_y5Ihs20dhowUPYLTwEKnqt/s1024/11.+Geology.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07giZEILxHYFRTDjxPIchQy5_6dtgSPQBkoQHe1lWyHAcMwcI4YeOYHnKlFcytxlUAQLjNDGivLI-lB6ZbkbRBex81-nCEayb-8PwgnOUWkUHt_y5Ihs20dhowUPYLTwEKnqt/w400-h300/11.+Geology.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5A_CqCJewGwftp0bG7KytAb0CngtNhXrrBR3DWy8jxNeMySAfhkNZppbzSN4ooyIQ1z-ew3dPEpmIGWkefaAjlRBCyk-TaS_mEoT_vfElWuYiE3Xmeb6vhsqj1xPyuguCS_N/s1024/9.+Chough.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5A_CqCJewGwftp0bG7KytAb0CngtNhXrrBR3DWy8jxNeMySAfhkNZppbzSN4ooyIQ1z-ew3dPEpmIGWkefaAjlRBCyk-TaS_mEoT_vfElWuYiE3Xmeb6vhsqj1xPyuguCS_N/s320/9.+Chough.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We met a lot of walkers on the way going in both directions —
everybody going in our direction was faster than us, but they were
also much younger. A couple of men we met stopped for a chat. They
were looking at a small flock of birds circling round and wondering
if they were choughs. But they were too far away to identify. Later
on they flew nearer and Colin said they had orange beaks, not red. I
suggested they were youngsters, but then I know very little about
birds.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnGGfAstjR5cZz4Zcry3-1MyQS6Fqfc4DLWfUKRpE4JwamTzyTVYA3KRPdniwfA-GBANPsVpObbG9h0jM_ZvaeBYNvinu6J0L44S2o1DC5BbHxSD47I4Th5kTFa50SfAaoMww/s1024/10.+Rocks.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnGGfAstjR5cZz4Zcry3-1MyQS6Fqfc4DLWfUKRpE4JwamTzyTVYA3KRPdniwfA-GBANPsVpObbG9h0jM_ZvaeBYNvinu6J0L44S2o1DC5BbHxSD47I4Th5kTFa50SfAaoMww/w400-h300/10.+Rocks.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVybO9q1i_8cvdeCfztrh0kseDV2DhAhaY7eRIAkNo3qOFbJ5fjSdvQr8KTy6s04vjzNrkGooogVagi-E4DmrDkju-f6PN9PI2JN51JCcVkqi2a6V3OTWEEGi3Vu2-19m5d-gM/s1024/13.+Flowers.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVybO9q1i_8cvdeCfztrh0kseDV2DhAhaY7eRIAkNo3qOFbJ5fjSdvQr8KTy6s04vjzNrkGooogVagi-E4DmrDkju-f6PN9PI2JN51JCcVkqi2a6V3OTWEEGi3Vu2-19m5d-gM/w200-h150/13.+Flowers.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>These
two gentlemen expressed concern about us 'oldies' walking on to
Freshwater West. Did we know that the going was quite tough? We
thanked them for their concern and assured them we had encountered
worse in Scotland. </span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">What
we hadn't taken into account was the fact that walking in Scotland
had been quite a few years back — twelve years since we did that
epic Walk to Cape Wrath! We were much older now.</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
We walked on full of confidence, blissfully unaware of what lay
before us.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZiBh9zH31cLGgY95tWQVQ-svRoHr58z_CFLWnl3NrTMZfdLZ00-i6fLW-UjnRzhzdCVlMaMYj_J3QxSoDQFh5JDFsoAnB8zPrmgc8o8JAd8VJaMo0KZQ9NrrJMOJjbD8eiiQ6/s1024/14.+C+at+fort.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZiBh9zH31cLGgY95tWQVQ-svRoHr58z_CFLWnl3NrTMZfdLZ00-i6fLW-UjnRzhzdCVlMaMYj_J3QxSoDQFh5JDFsoAnB8zPrmgc8o8JAd8VJaMo0KZQ9NrrJMOJjbD8eiiQ6/w400-h300/14.+C+at+fort.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We
turned a corner at the remains of an old lookout post, and very soon
came across another deep cleft. This one was worse than the first
with almost vertical sides and </span></span><i><b>no steps!</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
For the much advertised Wales Coastal Path we thought this was bad.
These clefts consumed us for the rest of the Walk — we lost count
of how many there were </span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(it
turned out there were seven!)</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
and each seemed to be steeper than the last. We were no longer
enjoying our Walk.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-PGKFKx1ZQuQvNx7ff9JhUSfmnJPM40RKhkPzgzKRjufj86ihigndjYOvZ-xE-OJxMFxzFnxCJ0vYYWMFCGGmn_fTTsJTP5D20YxWxdqGCJaD1H5pzlWdl0G2rKt2H_NWkVH/s1024/16.+Cleft.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-PGKFKx1ZQuQvNx7ff9JhUSfmnJPM40RKhkPzgzKRjufj86ihigndjYOvZ-xE-OJxMFxzFnxCJ0vYYWMFCGGmn_fTTsJTP5D20YxWxdqGCJaD1H5pzlWdl0G2rKt2H_NWkVH/w400-h300/16.+Cleft.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We weren't the only ones having difficulties.
One lady we met told us she had climbed out of one of the clefts on
her hands and knees because she didn't feel safe!. Colin said that
it was more like rock scrambling — except that the terrain was
sandy with loose stones, hence quite unstable.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORJUouFHwx2PgUDQvQku7TTN1YIb1_GDoZtXaROHAf6XRMTOCXMHtVgfbe1wlQJ-4xD5v8l9SaNO1EsvbTucoJPhsqzydw4QGQcVPyEkc01j63Z5T1hWRldHxyZq9PDbZi4NX/s1024/15.+Rocks.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORJUouFHwx2PgUDQvQku7TTN1YIb1_GDoZtXaROHAf6XRMTOCXMHtVgfbe1wlQJ-4xD5v8l9SaNO1EsvbTucoJPhsqzydw4QGQcVPyEkc01j63Z5T1hWRldHxyZq9PDbZi4NX/w400-h300/15.+Rocks.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We
were coping okay until the penultimate cleft. On my way down this
one I slipped and fell. Fortunately we had moved off the 'path' into
long grass beside it because there we felt we could get a better
grip, but I didn't and fell headlong. I rolled a bit and wrenched my
right thumb. I yelled into the grass which was in my face, </span></span><i><b>“I'm
all right except for my thumb!”</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
It must have looked drastic from Colin's point of view. I think I
must have bent my thumb right backwards and it hurt like hell. I
wasn't sure if I had broken it. But apart from that I was completely
unhurt because of the soft grass.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYapiWqk5-1jWc6QanuT-VXOFqKQxwhS7md912DskWEp8_DhCnEi8hkzTr2g8vcicJeQ1HyZynOh8C65PzkTrJABjU0lpbsiEwAMYINeqSn1VdTdOp7BwivaH7dEFNZ69oVUa/s1024/17.+R+climbing.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYapiWqk5-1jWc6QanuT-VXOFqKQxwhS7md912DskWEp8_DhCnEi8hkzTr2g8vcicJeQ1HyZynOh8C65PzkTrJABjU0lpbsiEwAMYINeqSn1VdTdOp7BwivaH7dEFNZ69oVUa/w400-h300/17.+R+climbing.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There was nothing to be done but carry on, there was no other way
out. I couldn't use my thumb for anything, but I found that by
putting the palm of my hand on top of my walking pole I could
actually use it — just about. My poles were essential for getting
up and down those slopes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbw8Ck9jvsyGuN-UuwTPMUZgxNSKZ_g9LxekutM0NLzjQWx2jjufGyUWGgRnyChurfwNMS7H-scI81ymJW5UujDK0oFkDXmYWogrocdfBmhTNSsF4rgSm7dFhyBWPutCu4fh4e/s1024/18.+Freshwater+West+ahead.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbw8Ck9jvsyGuN-UuwTPMUZgxNSKZ_g9LxekutM0NLzjQWx2jjufGyUWGgRnyChurfwNMS7H-scI81ymJW5UujDK0oFkDXmYWogrocdfBmhTNSsF4rgSm7dFhyBWPutCu4fh4e/w400-h300/18.+Freshwater+West+ahead.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We
could see Freshwater West beach in the distance, it looked so near
yet so far. It got very hot and we were both sweating like pigs!
</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(We don't </span></i><i><b>do</b></i><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">
hot! The thought of spending a holiday sunbathing on a Mediterranean
beach is our idea of </span></i><i><b>hell</b></i><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">!)</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
At last there were no more clefts but a more gentle path down to the
dunes. There we had a choice — either cross the dunes to the road
or go straight down to the beach. We chose the beach, of course! It
was firm sand and it was </span></span><i><b>flat!</b></i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjIe2szs6CPkLpZf52GK27aci_i7IfejExd_5tbpDzebUILQzaeK4kRq0M42eZZSiJO71uPvuP8RGmKd9h28bQZMrExglAhfrNASK2-mRi2FIIEUJKniZCCns330TUIAQHxpg/s1024/19.+R+on+beach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjIe2szs6CPkLpZf52GK27aci_i7IfejExd_5tbpDzebUILQzaeK4kRq0M42eZZSiJO71uPvuP8RGmKd9h28bQZMrExglAhfrNASK2-mRi2FIIEUJKniZCCns330TUIAQHxpg/w400-h300/19.+R+on+beach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>A mile of firm flat sand next to the rolling surf — what could be
better? But we were both too tired, too hot, and I was in too much
pain to enjoy it as we should. It was with relief that we reached
the car park at the further end of the beach.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.390, we shall pick up Walk no.391 next time at Freshwater West car
park. It was ten to three, so the Walk had taken us five and a
quarter hours. We bought delicious crab rolls from the mobile cafe
there and ate them ravenously. Then we drove back to our caravan at
Freshwater East.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;">By the next day half my right hand had swelled and turned black. But
I still think the thumb was only sprained, not broken. It's amazing
the simple things I can't do. It would have helped if I was
left-handed, but I'm not.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I
began questioning whether we are too old to continue with this Trek.
Fit as we are, we can't get away from the fact that Colin will be 80
in less a year and I will be 77 before the year is out. We have both
slowed up considerably. </span></span><i><b>But we can't give it up
now!</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Perhaps I'll feel better when my thumb has healed.</span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-4402826849799015702021-06-14T16:50:00.086+01:002021-10-02T17:15:43.767+01:00Walk 389 -- Angle to West Angle Bay<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 79 years and 37 days. Rosemary was 76 years and 179
days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Sunny with a light breeze. Perfect!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Angle to West Angle Bay.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
3 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3958 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: Stony track at first. Mostly grassy paths, many sheltered
by hedges or trees. Slightly undulating.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: No<span style="font-style: normal;">ne.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: Yesterday we towed our caravan from home to
Freshwater East. This afternoon we drove to West Angle Bay and
parked. We then walked through the village to the church where we
had finished our last Walk two years ago.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to our car parked at West Angle Bay. We drove back to
our caravan at Freshwater East.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerVo8_JlP2oVReHVBhJBngfI5V76M00aBCQDo-oEmaWTg3R7DahAUdlXlOpvoWzSkjx5EPgsp1o3WNF9SrIg5s7ZEqQ5boScn4bn4jF2t6PAzrzwcRO4n47ututHZGq7mD07D/s1024/2.+Angle+Bay.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerVo8_JlP2oVReHVBhJBngfI5V76M00aBCQDo-oEmaWTg3R7DahAUdlXlOpvoWzSkjx5EPgsp1o3WNF9SrIg5s7ZEqQ5boScn4bn4jF2t6PAzrzwcRO4n47ututHZGq7mD07D/w400-h300/2.+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Just before the church in Angle we took a stony track down to the
marshlands at the western end of Angle Bay. <i>Oh! It was so nice
to be back continuing our Round-Britain-Walk! </i> We both had a deep
feeling of satisfaction. I put the camera on a wall and we took a
delayed shutter shot of us both.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeKbulVMYdkBAQh7Z2wHlvHsF5fo2LkhB7V6CE0EnXOmJaRcCqhwfZDnGdwR7DYI7kepd7fvDL8CYGXoMqjGubmh1C7PLnsk4PhvqstvNA8_IFbZEWqKn3lx8YX7_DYzVJ8Dw/s1024/1.+It%2527s+good+to+be+back%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeKbulVMYdkBAQh7Z2wHlvHsF5fo2LkhB7V6CE0EnXOmJaRcCqhwfZDnGdwR7DYI7kepd7fvDL8CYGXoMqjGubmh1C7PLnsk4PhvqstvNA8_IFbZEWqKn3lx8YX7_DYzVJ8Dw/w400-h300/1.+It%2527s+good+to+be+back%2521.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkVWBB7XCRkVJeGROPSEesf1s5VOSRhUy0N9RA-spc7ERS4RfdRyx4OhraBzsHq1vZE5HSccXklUk30h6l9xNTJTt5wzSKj6kSnxcH9MKrvotii8LSgQBMHQMHh9nE6-q-Cr4/s1024/3.+Signpost.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkVWBB7XCRkVJeGROPSEesf1s5VOSRhUy0N9RA-spc7ERS4RfdRyx4OhraBzsHq1vZE5HSccXklUk30h6l9xNTJTt5wzSKj6kSnxcH9MKrvotii8LSgQBMHQMHh9nE6-q-Cr4/w150-h200/3.+Signpost.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>We followed the stony track almost all the way to the end of Angle
Bay until we turned west along the Pembroke River. The stones were
not very comfortable to walk on in some places. We passed a wooden
signpost pointing out where the footpaths are. One arm had a horse
symbol on it pointing towards the marsh. I looked over to the marsh
and there was a 'sort-of' path leading over the end of the bay, but
I'm not sure I would have ridden a horse over it.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-twulhwqydWosvCnG-iPULtRvrMI-BUQO06VHk9LA3V6ahzUUidWUuqCyW1fOzESqR9vr1Z-bhBLV73vBGvqJgLTShQ3iQF28DSzThyG-jzVO8Z_3FA45N3r6Vs_n3vN28uNL/s1024/4.+Horse%2527s+route.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-twulhwqydWosvCnG-iPULtRvrMI-BUQO06VHk9LA3V6ahzUUidWUuqCyW1fOzESqR9vr1Z-bhBLV73vBGvqJgLTShQ3iQF28DSzThyG-jzVO8Z_3FA45N3r6Vs_n3vN28uNL/w400-h300/4.+Horse%2527s+route.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We had a 'fantastic' view (<i>I don't think!</i>) of Milford Haven
oil terminal from the easternmost end of today's Walk before we
turned west to walk along the southern bank of the Pembroke River.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-ao5b1oMcPH6pFwvszvtz-gCxfFqQ58Gk_rYSmOnNRCjufLRgZ5Eoe7dpVsObVyMVbzE0E_c_LNXiTI3jXb7O9uCuLaI_SKIZr5tLemoI5KtyziOu-rBaZhX8DvOsqDKhYJB/s1024/5.+Oil+terminal.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-ao5b1oMcPH6pFwvszvtz-gCxfFqQ58Gk_rYSmOnNRCjufLRgZ5Eoe7dpVsObVyMVbzE0E_c_LNXiTI3jXb7O9uCuLaI_SKIZr5tLemoI5KtyziOu-rBaZhX8DvOsqDKhYJB/w400-h300/5.+Oil+terminal.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The path skirted a field first, then it went through a gate and was
sheltered by high hedges. Further on it was sheltered by trees with
dappled sunlight shining through — it was delightful! We came to a
place called Chapel Bay, but we saw no signs of a chapel there.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQvqIjJ3lk9SgECRBp7CoF8G4V6Re93t_ROFsBHmgja7ORBeo6RheFGlXR78ErVmNj033xdi1upLzaLfM1TCWmMR0TqDdxN9D6yNXcXkXH4s4ve8ImD5TIcjZBZf3IpVW-4Gh/s1024/9.+Footpath.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQvqIjJ3lk9SgECRBp7CoF8G4V6Re93t_ROFsBHmgja7ORBeo6RheFGlXR78ErVmNj033xdi1upLzaLfM1TCWmMR0TqDdxN9D6yNXcXkXH4s4ve8ImD5TIcjZBZf3IpVW-4Gh/w400-h300/9.+Footpath.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were looking towards the other side of the river — it was <i><b>four
years ago</b></i> when we walked there!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve3mbcto9xjdr6XSztOQJ-G1gWUoQCRZFw4OeU7whgkjm0vnmQqHd17ZpxIEkRQjDZVo12mhkRUgGdnkkQepc6j2Jo6-FluVOw8wBh_qyahLYx0bqmkn5SPSvPJl69elXDAG3/s1024/7.+Milford+Haven.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve3mbcto9xjdr6XSztOQJ-G1gWUoQCRZFw4OeU7whgkjm0vnmQqHd17ZpxIEkRQjDZVo12mhkRUgGdnkkQepc6j2Jo6-FluVOw8wBh_qyahLYx0bqmkn5SPSvPJl69elXDAG3/w400-h300/7.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Such a lot of frustrations
over that four years. Losing our car, our one and only means of
transport, when Colin tried to drive it through a ford. We <i>had</i>
to buy another car in a hurry because our village no longer has a bus
service so we are 'trapped' if we haven't got a car. We could only
afford to buy an old Ford Fiesta which has served us well but is too
small to tow a caravan. Being hassled for a year over the last
remnants of our mortgage despite the fact we had already paid back
from our pensions well in excess of the £90,000 originally borrowed
over a mere seven years and had never missed a monthly payment.
Being caught up in the drone fiasco at Gatwick Airport and spending a
miserable Christmas at home by ourselves instead of the fabulous
Christmas we had been promised in Cyprus. Coming to terms with the
sudden and unexpected death of our son-in-law who had a heart attack
and died within a minute. (<i>He was only 48</i>) Our caravan being
useless for touring because bits kept falling off it. (<i>In the end
we gave it away to someone who was willing to tow it away for free.</i>)
Then there was Covid 19 and a dream holiday in New Zealand was
cancelled at the very last minute. (<i>I still have the tickets!</i>)
The frustrations of Lockdowns one, two and three......</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">BUT:</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We are both healthy (<i>if a lot older!</i>), double-jabbed and
raring to go! We spent the NZ money on a nearly-new caravan and we
now run two cars. The mortgage is paid off so we don't have to
penny-pinch anymore. Our daughter is coming to terms with a
different way of life without her beloved husband. And we are back
on the Grand Coastal Trek! No more gripes — look forward, and
enjoy each day as it comes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOipKJcAuoMInQXtQ2TU1CfC8SxucMH2z_DgM2IqzsBRiycjIQSt8j9VacMBQGtOeSSl7hxxCOZtsTmEJgFVAh-bnK2PhpipAP9WTV7amzJoxBmNznPBfzS1NVycgelqDEdZm/s1024/8.+Fort.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOipKJcAuoMInQXtQ2TU1CfC8SxucMH2z_DgM2IqzsBRiycjIQSt8j9VacMBQGtOeSSl7hxxCOZtsTmEJgFVAh-bnK2PhpipAP9WTV7amzJoxBmNznPBfzS1NVycgelqDEdZm/w400-h300/8.+Fort.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We took a picture of the old fort in the Pembroke River which Colin
had taken a picture of from the other side four years ago. Further
on we passed a fort which was closed. We could see the guns and
thought they looked Napoleonic in age. We subsequently found out the
place was Victorian.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_4voNbV-csiGH2nFOQaWLvql7iMC_jrFTMlbCB0TaB5GR5l37q_Kw1QbeBTbKYs32bp5HEu7MsMIZQQO1f3h8xwa0F6zglT4xQETC90psPh7KV7p-gz6TBFpva8nJKpifi5q/s1024/11.+Westernmost+point.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_4voNbV-csiGH2nFOQaWLvql7iMC_jrFTMlbCB0TaB5GR5l37q_Kw1QbeBTbKYs32bp5HEu7MsMIZQQO1f3h8xwa0F6zglT4xQETC90psPh7KV7p-gz6TBFpva8nJKpifi5q/w400-h300/11.+Westernmost+point.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We reached </span>the westernmost point of today's Walk with views over to
St Ann's Head. There was a fort there and some interesting rock
formations.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy31a714xvOkewg_4d4KnJnFJ730aErtNa-TZT7i19SInsUe88VhRGwLCp2ToJIkmXyKFF-HTuWL3kx-MWag9bVPysCXMrNfEeyETqMjkFMHX3rzQdjA9c6zVcEpePhO_Ub9l-/s1024/14.+Fort.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy31a714xvOkewg_4d4KnJnFJ730aErtNa-TZT7i19SInsUe88VhRGwLCp2ToJIkmXyKFF-HTuWL3kx-MWag9bVPysCXMrNfEeyETqMjkFMHX3rzQdjA9c6zVcEpePhO_Ub9l-/w400-h300/14.+Fort.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We came to the one and only seat on the Walk, so we sat
on it to admire the view.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSCZQUTSgnEw3DhYugfXbwo39p6Iw3-pTjBJwwwvHKtkTAq24O-z-B-mjjjrJkBWDvpmMjiecxRJeex8bh43ndeoht2Cf93jbpit3UDDbLKt9AdAMOiE8ieuXhJdVfCr_BClB/s1024/12.+Rock.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSCZQUTSgnEw3DhYugfXbwo39p6Iw3-pTjBJwwwvHKtkTAq24O-z-B-mjjjrJkBWDvpmMjiecxRJeex8bh43ndeoht2Cf93jbpit3UDDbLKt9AdAMOiE8ieuXhJdVfCr_BClB/w400-h300/12.+Rock.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I'm afraid I got out my mobile phone —
(<i>yes, I've become one of </i><i><b>those</b></i><i>!</i>) The
reason being (<i>don't make excuses!</i>) that I can't get a signal
at the caravan site and I wanted to check a few things on the
internet.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFDovi3vyROSUhnxrgyAqtv75kI1NSrrmviPmY4_0E-AmCnZjYyIJ9Qkh16E538SowT7ux6cC4q73shIDWK0Oei4Iq_de3H5-2eQdkgr2TwvxZLTwVmpnhntpnqyIlSrAPCic/s1024/15.+West+Angle+Bay.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFDovi3vyROSUhnxrgyAqtv75kI1NSrrmviPmY4_0E-AmCnZjYyIJ9Qkh16E538SowT7ux6cC4q73shIDWK0Oei4Iq_de3H5-2eQdkgr2TwvxZLTwVmpnhntpnqyIlSrAPCic/w400-h300/15.+West+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I was soon finished, so we walked down the easy path and track into
West Angle Bay where our car was parked.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCpRSEDJihUgkmliOYfLGX7lhtKoo177bnSwGP27R8CodG6dNR461fasIyfl57l1crZWswY_NeMFqlAD32q3zI62EeWHEs4iWRWGJcMAafkqAI_Qco38hUgJAgDoakQuE8r0N/s1024/17.+West+Angle+Bay.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCpRSEDJihUgkmliOYfLGX7lhtKoo177bnSwGP27R8CodG6dNR461fasIyfl57l1crZWswY_NeMFqlAD32q3zI62EeWHEs4iWRWGJcMAafkqAI_Qco38hUgJAgDoakQuE8r0N/w400-h300/17.+West+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.389, we shall pick up Walk no.390 next time at West Angle Bay. It
was twenty past five, so the Walk had taken us two hours. We drove
back to our caravan at Freshwater East.</span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-73058522495232042652019-06-22T21:14:00.150+01:002021-07-03T21:07:39.855+01:00Walk 388 -- Hundleton to Angle<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 77 years and 45 days. Rosemary was 74 years and 187
days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Sunny and warm. A slight cooling breeze when we could get
out into the open.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: Hundleton to Angle.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
9 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3955 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: Grassy paths through fields and wooded dells. Rather more
tarmac than we had bargained for. Undulating.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Going out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: No.956 — just one! <i>(All the rest of the many gates were
kissless!)</i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning in Freshwater East. This
morning we drove to Angle where we parked near the bus stop. We
caught a bus to Hundleton.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came into the village of Angle and walked towards the church
where we finished the official Walk. We went on about a hundred
yards to where our car was parked. We drove to the car park at
Freshwater West where we had some biscuits and tea from our flask
whilst looking at a beautiful view across the sands. Then we drove
back to our caravan at Freshwater East.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We had
intended continuing the next day, but the monsoon-like weather
returned and dictated otherwise. The following day we returned home,
having completed only half the walking we had intended this trip.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strike><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgab4nHuYkZBzC35qD2rWaDjaxeXSw7rtJ3aZcEqbHVrBm7Y9E_CeTAYQg0Dng1xa8gX8tlGuTsNga4UiuAQMkS19qlXfr57-uGwz-CfdOx-JlM81JiekILcZu34UJwpeDsfEzs/s1024/1.+Leaving+Hundleton.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgab4nHuYkZBzC35qD2rWaDjaxeXSw7rtJ3aZcEqbHVrBm7Y9E_CeTAYQg0Dng1xa8gX8tlGuTsNga4UiuAQMkS19qlXfr57-uGwz-CfdOx-JlM81JiekILcZu34UJwpeDsfEzs/w200-h150/1.+Leaving+Hundleton.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span></strike></div><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We started today's Walk on the lane just outside
Hundleton where we finished the Walk last time. We got talking to to
an old man in a motorised buggy who was walking his little tiny dog.
He told us he used to hike all these local coastal paths, and all
over Scotland too, but there was nothing to beat Pembrokeshire! He
wished us well as he drove off. It's horrific to think we might be
reduced to a motorised buggy like that as we get older and not be
able to walk the coastal paths any more!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Further along the lane we were passed by a lone lady
hiker who had been on the bus. At the bus stop she had dashed off in
the wrong direction, but must have realised her mistake and was now
catching us up. She greeted us as she passed and we never saw her
again. Everyone walks faster than us these days!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrQ0nI_AudrJ7q_Uj18sQi7sq4nbNZUNbsUd7EBJm3jwFBNTJwJMCLnA5uBb9pLmGCSkQviuqIHmhhEtDTMBsLiTFPJ79RF0vrx3_g-A27fvsv1s2MONZwihuw9TUSukxtBrL/s1024/3.+Stream.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrQ0nI_AudrJ7q_Uj18sQi7sq4nbNZUNbsUd7EBJm3jwFBNTJwJMCLnA5uBb9pLmGCSkQviuqIHmhhEtDTMBsLiTFPJ79RF0vrx3_g-A27fvsv1s2MONZwihuw9TUSukxtBrL/w400-h300/3.+Stream.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Y6ZOgQCUOKKiJBIuvK_jei8pCKHlDYMazBrDwepttbDVUQf6KZKq0n4TZmthQwcv_hd6UieQBnZv4ujczIJTAbqUhjm3nwYBsGx4zUFiKeHJfNaHvF4bh-YQjLGqG897vCmr/s1024/2.+Bracket+fungus.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Y6ZOgQCUOKKiJBIuvK_jei8pCKHlDYMazBrDwepttbDVUQf6KZKq0n4TZmthQwcv_hd6UieQBnZv4ujczIJTAbqUhjm3nwYBsGx4zUFiKeHJfNaHvF4bh-YQjLGqG897vCmr/s320/2.+Bracket+fungus.JPG" /></a></div>After about half a mile of tarmac we were able to turn
off into a wooded dell by a stream. This was a relief, not only to
get off the tarmac but also to get into the shade, for the day was
turning very hot. This was where we saw a huge bracket fungus high
up on a tree. We have rarely seen one so big! Further up this
lovely shady path we came to a wall which was just the right height
to make a comfy seat. So we sat down and ate some chocolate because
we felt like it. We were conjecturing about the origin of various
ruined walls we could see about when Colin said, “</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><i>There's
a lime kiln behind you!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">” And so there was
— a deep pit half hidden by tall weeds. I could have fallen in!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhga5Rvl_Q02Y1oaDQOLu5rKS7kl2k9nprDP9ysYXkbb3ZqXHHhADnRfXicrRSAvodZQLYSNOR8p38-t6fOV5_iYqjkJOVOHrg4rBB2kCV6RQ-0WBq9OkYsAIN0gmFjolzbnhK/s1024/5.+Lime+kiln.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhga5Rvl_Q02Y1oaDQOLu5rKS7kl2k9nprDP9ysYXkbb3ZqXHHhADnRfXicrRSAvodZQLYSNOR8p38-t6fOV5_iYqjkJOVOHrg4rBB2kCV6RQ-0WBq9OkYsAIN0gmFjolzbnhK/w400-h300/5.+Lime+kiln.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglU3vqAM0XqZvZ4ECn2mLzdQ4JCyUzpxPyz_6Phh5w1mA8MhOVXXlWVc74V0lpDGhsHr8AgVumBM18B3MtsOls5u3CDAutjlnEnrX2D6x7qE6yL-m-AgXsEe80ExPRiW5-VfW5/s1024/6.+Foxglove.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglU3vqAM0XqZvZ4ECn2mLzdQ4JCyUzpxPyz_6Phh5w1mA8MhOVXXlWVc74V0lpDGhsHr8AgVumBM18B3MtsOls5u3CDAutjlnEnrX2D6x7qE6yL-m-AgXsEe80ExPRiW5-VfW5/s320/6.+Foxglove.JPG" /></a></div>We continued upwards out of the dell and over a hill.
There were loads of wild flowers on the way, but I only stopped to
take a picture of a foxglove which was hanging above my head. At the
top a beautiful view across the river revealed itself.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We descended into another wooded dell which was rather
lovely, but all this up and down was beginning to get to us. We
are </span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">each </span></span>feeling our advanced years and wished we still had the strength
and energy of our younger selves.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3btF1X8VA9uJsux4Bg2a15MGnmRy51gKk3WmEG7Avn771sU7Qp4Gy1qaeKtlp5wrKrPGYb5wkkNJUbR3fQ4z6Z6CN3S-H6QTDMsOCtE4ZckEcxZV5rS5o_mAvQXCbJfd2WAVP/s1024/9.+R+in+wooded+dell.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3btF1X8VA9uJsux4Bg2a15MGnmRy51gKk3WmEG7Avn771sU7Qp4Gy1qaeKtlp5wrKrPGYb5wkkNJUbR3fQ4z6Z6CN3S-H6QTDMsOCtE4ZckEcxZV5rS5o_mAvQXCbJfd2WAVP/w400-h300/9.+R+in+wooded+dell.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Coming out of the second dell we gradually rose up and
saw more fantastic views over the river</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7pnyCctkezGOfdHPRGCvF8MKdQb6J14BzSNJcOcr5u2-zWrJF09oyy4lZYhKJr61OH94RLEi-O-2n2aMVAd3P5xFwH-KzL5rRGxlq0WuclyXszX0N0f3Ggt7XDQBflLugtdu/s1024/10.+View+across+river.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7pnyCctkezGOfdHPRGCvF8MKdQb6J14BzSNJcOcr5u2-zWrJF09oyy4lZYhKJr61OH94RLEi-O-2n2aMVAd3P5xFwH-KzL5rRGxlq0WuclyXszX0N0f3Ggt7XDQBflLugtdu/w400-h300/10.+View+across+river.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We passed a power station
with its resident hum. It was well screened by bushes and trees, but
that doesn't get rid of the noise. We were both getting very hot and
tired, it was lunchtime and we needed a rest. We were looking out
for something we could sit on in the shade, but the only log we found
was in the blazing sun. Then we came to a road, which quite
surprised us because no road appeared to be on the map. (Closer
scrutiny later revealed a thin 'white' road leading to the power
station.) There was a kerb there with a neat grass verge, so I sat
down because it was in the shade. Colin joined me. It was not a bad
place to stop, a total of one car passed while we were sat there
eating our lunch.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Across the road we descended through a wood. Colin
stopped to photograph a beetle, or somesuch, and we were caught up by
a Welsh couple whom we had met on the bus. Only they had stayed on
the bus all the way to Pembroke and had already walked back from
there to Hundleton then caught us up. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Shame
on us! </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> They went on, much faster than we
were walking.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We came to another road, and this time we did know it
was there because it was clearly marked in yellow on our map. Down
the end of this road is a six hundred year old church</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CPdRWzcoo-gOIZVbR2Fo9T39LpSDC_9AnTVocPHfzoOeGQfKjX_ZoVohPhy_cWso9LrhDucMMKaagyuVnymLMNEjW4dN891ayAu0_FXZjzKQsH0lzZTJ030FftA30CjP6QaN/s1024/11.+Pwllcrochan+Church.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CPdRWzcoo-gOIZVbR2Fo9T39LpSDC_9AnTVocPHfzoOeGQfKjX_ZoVohPhy_cWso9LrhDucMMKaagyuVnymLMNEjW4dN891ayAu0_FXZjzKQsH0lzZTJ030FftA30CjP6QaN/w400-h300/11.+Pwllcrochan+Church.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyF8RJB3Sk4TB32RMrxYkER8Nl-5QEy0u3aeb376LildIxV6PeElKHZ-6iuu1j6zrhUiyPAS6DkNdJMxZRDyJxBeKw-lXHlJX6BT6l6UniNgJ_HfMfVE7Wh3dyGOy9p5nLjS32/s1025/12.+Flaming+chimney.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="767" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyF8RJB3Sk4TB32RMrxYkER8Nl-5QEy0u3aeb376LildIxV6PeElKHZ-6iuu1j6zrhUiyPAS6DkNdJMxZRDyJxBeKw-lXHlJX6BT6l6UniNgJ_HfMfVE7Wh3dyGOy9p5nLjS32/w149-h200/12.+Flaming+chimney.JPG" width="149" /></a></div>We didn't go
into the chuchyard, just photographed it from the gate — with the
flaring chimneys of the oil refinery rising up twice as high behind
it. The juxtaposition of new and old!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Next to the church we found a picnic area with tables
etc — we could have had our lunch in there! </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>(We
always find the ideal spot soon after we have weathered an inferior
one and moved on.) </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> The roar of the oil
refinery chimneys was very loud, and somewhat spoiled the atmosphere
of a charming little corner. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>(We wondered
whether the Vicar had to shout his sermon above the racket — if the
church is still used.)</i></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxk-mqVqeB0fy_EgTUSsKseUcnHPU-j7bdWF87T9xrfvPK-7ikUXfiKB8wHT5aSpqtaSjTxDnpGqr8-I3fk3S3Fq2WMb9Hwz_RzbsyZHJ7uDHVN6ur_iBKlvpFtn7srvltx4o/s1024/15.+Oil+refinery.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxk-mqVqeB0fy_EgTUSsKseUcnHPU-j7bdWF87T9xrfvPK-7ikUXfiKB8wHT5aSpqtaSjTxDnpGqr8-I3fk3S3Fq2WMb9Hwz_RzbsyZHJ7uDHVN6ur_iBKlvpFtn7srvltx4o/w400-h300/15.+Oil+refinery.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>From there it was up and up and up next to a barbed wire
security fence. The roar from the oil refinery was loud in our ears
as the view over the estuary to Milford Haven gradually revealed
itself. Colin faffed around for ages photographing the flames at the
top of the chimneys. While I was waiting for him the Welsh couple,
previously mentioned, came into view. “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>How
did you get behind us?</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">” I asked. “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>We
stopped at the picnic site to have our lunch!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">”
was their reply. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> (The hare and the tortoise?)</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">
They certainly seemed to have got themselves far more organised than
us! Again they went ahead, walking much faster than we could.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPvGYiq7L0sBv0A4UJ2aXEYj4WFBpf7tS62HglzcwXZp43AlTz1EzZviCH2QUndtiWKCIXEzv-zof1H0PKZQFEFmNBPrb3wlZblFXrED-jiI3g5K3_FYOBWcHxuHkYr6tvp6f/s1024/16.+Beside+the+fence.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPvGYiq7L0sBv0A4UJ2aXEYj4WFBpf7tS62HglzcwXZp43AlTz1EzZviCH2QUndtiWKCIXEzv-zof1H0PKZQFEFmNBPrb3wlZblFXrED-jiI3g5K3_FYOBWcHxuHkYr6tvp6f/w400-h300/16.+Beside+the+fence.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitL6ylBDXz12EQ0udeLRwzWTTszZ6hxxZKVRTmXeJsXRZWF4_uh17RMK7UcRCyyGNbMx52OZOzGJIJruGDnUC1MenbAm4bXiifWRyhWWNIfpAYC3qJ98JjNfOb2YFnHO_yDOPJ/s1024/18.+Cows.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitL6ylBDXz12EQ0udeLRwzWTTszZ6hxxZKVRTmXeJsXRZWF4_uh17RMK7UcRCyyGNbMx52OZOzGJIJruGDnUC1MenbAm4bXiifWRyhWWNIfpAYC3qJ98JjNfOb2YFnHO_yDOPJ/s320/18.+Cows.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We walked for about a mile along the top, the oil
refinery with its loud roar to our left and views across the estuary
to Milford Haven to our right. Cows and sheep were grazing up there.
We could see mountains on the horizon behind Milford Haven and
guessed they might be the Preseli Mountains. We could see water
fountains playing over the jetties on the Milford Haven side of the
estuary and wondered what their purpose was.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RWSxDpmJmao3zrc2FyAk6KYLX3QvjqJuAed8KWFxngVMLwjAezJHdXLLlgecXJhrrZsaHILg7sCNv-yJkNHNqWMXaPQN3gqEVPh-G6_ZbY3MPsUmp941M2lY3w0B3EK2vSfB/s1024/17.+Water+fountains.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RWSxDpmJmao3zrc2FyAk6KYLX3QvjqJuAed8KWFxngVMLwjAezJHdXLLlgecXJhrrZsaHILg7sCNv-yJkNHNqWMXaPQN3gqEVPh-G6_ZbY3MPsUmp941M2lY3w0B3EK2vSfB/w200-h150/17.+Water+fountains.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We descended into trees right down to beach level
because we had to go underneath the pipes taking the oil from the
tankers to the refinery. It was a steep climb up out of the other
side, but the path stayed amongst trees which was much more pleasant
than being out in the sun. We were both feeling the heat and were
quite weary. We found a rock to sit on and ate some more chocolate
because we felt like it.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi054_lTRREZCh4slL7nci4qxL-VlWY1iGecwn_m6YKHkeHRD3NyO6aDB-_AO_Ei7VxMOpIs0cLEpgeA4TvNrHMtYT_J096_Mfwdx2CAqG_mYC5B09_CwjIMR6KrUJe9s_ALPXa/s1024/20.+Under+the+pipes.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi054_lTRREZCh4slL7nci4qxL-VlWY1iGecwn_m6YKHkeHRD3NyO6aDB-_AO_Ei7VxMOpIs0cLEpgeA4TvNrHMtYT_J096_Mfwdx2CAqG_mYC5B09_CwjIMR6KrUJe9s_ALPXa/w400-h300/20.+Under+the+pipes.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Further on we met a group of people coming towards us.
First was a woman with two dogs. Following her was a bare-chested
man with one dog. And trudging along behind, wearing simple sandals,
was a woman with no dog. None of them seemed to have extra coats,
rucksacks or similar. The last woman asked me, “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Are
we nearly at the castle yet?</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">” “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Which
castle would that be?</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">” I asked, racking my
brain to think of a castle we had passed today. “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Pembroke
Castle!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">” she answered, “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I
keep hoping it will be just round the next corner!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">”
“</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>But that's miles away!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">”
I blurted out, “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>at least five miles!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">”
Her face dropped. “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Probably more!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">”
chipped in Colin, “</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>and it's very up and
down!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">” She hurried on to catch up with the
others, and we wondered for the rest of the afternoon whether they
ever got there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNEpfR9iSDhq7-I8bxHMLLdfhZkt_P5EI3r5wtgvO_RBNjDqbTXeKXj0TxjIyTLVU0VqHPEszuDbr2g-wnttBmXhNIieJxDtguBFFau42PkhZqBbZUkOvy7ZRBRm4bjC-OqSP/s1024/21.+Shady+path.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNEpfR9iSDhq7-I8bxHMLLdfhZkt_P5EI3r5wtgvO_RBNjDqbTXeKXj0TxjIyTLVU0VqHPEszuDbr2g-wnttBmXhNIieJxDtguBFFau42PkhZqBbZUkOvy7ZRBRm4bjC-OqSP/w400-h300/21.+Shady+path.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Some people have no idea of maps, distances, or what
hiking entails before they set out on a walk, and then they wonder
why they get into trouble.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfgolEn10_GMdqSUN8fE2vCXxVsdzPrmY09WvrGEyhHNsGy6_e3BrB-xyUKyITB7aYrqFYGH6Y9y3fwAbDpOiBRkb_tfcqAj6mS80W6XdvNg-E_c4ffkWnODWVuv0p07NSeS8/s1024/22.+Lime+kiln.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfgolEn10_GMdqSUN8fE2vCXxVsdzPrmY09WvrGEyhHNsGy6_e3BrB-xyUKyITB7aYrqFYGH6Y9y3fwAbDpOiBRkb_tfcqAj6mS80W6XdvNg-E_c4ffkWnODWVuv0p07NSeS8/s320/22.+Lime+kiln.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>At Bullwell Bay we had to walk round a little inlet, but thankfully
it was all on the level. Part way round we passed another lime kiln.
There are so many of them around the coast in this area, it must
have been big business in the old days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeNFt5BqKro5LpVDqciLyqnkzF9ioSMXnyUCGc4CLBNYYz0TAHeQQ3DrSS_M9yhnfD0zR_10ljoBHq5uJpx_elJFJLagaWFNzuyzsBbDmd9BYy56eNBtmM7GEWKFXIzaMHf1z/s1024/23.+View+through+trees.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeNFt5BqKro5LpVDqciLyqnkzF9ioSMXnyUCGc4CLBNYYz0TAHeQQ3DrSS_M9yhnfD0zR_10ljoBHq5uJpx_elJFJLagaWFNzuyzsBbDmd9BYy56eNBtmM7GEWKFXIzaMHf1z/w400-h300/23.+View+through+trees.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We then cut away from the coast going uphill because the path cuts a
corner of Angle Bay, missing out an old fort. The roar of the oil
refinery was much less here because the hill was now in the way.
Looking back there was a fine view of the estuary, and I decided to
take a picture of Colin with that behind him.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XMCP1lsFPlm504U9S0AtjOgdFA9vTVy3CIRigWl7BjvLp-P6hBsLXJjMlpj7JhoMYnB3YzDGeL4x5oAzBYLlAzVckJ_Cp5Kf9CLuVengR7DsmShTmGtTZcnFRXvN7N8XX-Pg/s1024/24.+Caterpillar.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XMCP1lsFPlm504U9S0AtjOgdFA9vTVy3CIRigWl7BjvLp-P6hBsLXJjMlpj7JhoMYnB3YzDGeL4x5oAzBYLlAzVckJ_Cp5Kf9CLuVengR7DsmShTmGtTZcnFRXvN7N8XX-Pg/w200-h150/24.+Caterpillar.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>But he was bent down
taking a picture of a caterpillar, and before he stood up a group of
hikers coming the other way had caught up with me and got in the way.
They all stopped further down the path to watch an Irish Ferries
ship sail through the view — so that is the picture I took, not at
all like the picture I had originally intended.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Q2b9vCsNT3-augLRAFaYXvlXQAzVrJn1tqe7NuFi8zzi3pJIsHA3fhbaHOCcNI6b5at7-FFXaJtsvdeE44e76gE3yQ2pp8spPZ2uxxuuPNhJie1_2dZfHwHLsrZ9sqI15MqO/s1024/25.+Irish+Ferries.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Q2b9vCsNT3-augLRAFaYXvlXQAzVrJn1tqe7NuFi8zzi3pJIsHA3fhbaHOCcNI6b5at7-FFXaJtsvdeE44e76gE3yQ2pp8spPZ2uxxuuPNhJie1_2dZfHwHLsrZ9sqI15MqO/w400-h300/25.+Irish+Ferries.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJSuNFn9wSJabBRqRJPmHk_-0CFqycahjEQ9L9h4m23bRwTqHk9JqA8B5TnTos-hiZA90VWNeS5WDb3ZG3WpHbBILOeQZdpcEIlT4fkfK45Zt9EP40QQpa3eSe2MtBhajPfcZ/s1024/26.+Fort.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJSuNFn9wSJabBRqRJPmHk_-0CFqycahjEQ9L9h4m23bRwTqHk9JqA8B5TnTos-hiZA90VWNeS5WDb3ZG3WpHbBILOeQZdpcEIlT4fkfK45Zt9EP40QQpa3eSe2MtBhajPfcZ/w200-h150/26.+Fort.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>These hikers told us that further up the path was a “<i>funny kind
of barrier</i>” which blocked the way. They had taken a detour all
round the fort in order to get past, but it was”<i>a bit of a long
way round</i>”. <i><b>Oh no!</b></i> <i>That's </i><i><u>all</u></i><i>
I need when I am so tired and weary!</i> As a parting shot one of
the men said, “<i>We couldn't see a reason for the barriers, I
expect you can ignore them though you'll have to climb over them!</i>”
I'm not very good at climbing over things with my stiff back and
metal knees, so we continued in some trepidation.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We could see the fort to our right, and soon we came to a road and
the barriers. They were obviously only for traffic, not pedestrians,
and were easily moved aside. We got past without any climbing.
Halfway down the barred off road was a fractured culvert which had
obviously been replaced. The concrete over it was still setting, so
that was why they didn't want cars going down there. We were able to
step over it without touching. People panic too much about such
things and don't stop to ask, “Why?” I was very glad we didn't
have to detour round the fort.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXX9BMNpiXxt59QydutMxWmwuLPMUUcP96kDngpeEFnCXEErwVnShSyHlXMaY1v-oN-pS3h0UhgaDiWr0ueYjDDkkFgFxnC7U0SK_Y0CEbVLzoYe7AWTrKh3HhkriUEeJdt1J7/s1024/27.+Road+closed.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXX9BMNpiXxt59QydutMxWmwuLPMUUcP96kDngpeEFnCXEErwVnShSyHlXMaY1v-oN-pS3h0UhgaDiWr0ueYjDDkkFgFxnC7U0SK_Y0CEbVLzoYe7AWTrKh3HhkriUEeJdt1J7/w400-h300/27.+Road+closed.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were now in Angle Bay, and rather disappointed. From the map we
thought we would be walking a path along the top of the beach looking
at the bay. Instead we were on a tarmac road between hedges <i><b>for
over a mile!</b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
There was hardly any traffic, but we didn't relish walking along a
boring tarmac road towards the oil refinery once again. The roaring
noise was getting louder too. I found my walking poles useful for
power-walking, to get this boring part of the Walk over as soon as
possible.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp79X7mJYdXeM3r-U7ga-xSvpRx9GKFcmEcPyDXLmEod_5GdGBe6Z2ejJPXq2gbdSVTu7mLoQPccMOfRyH7znky9RF_n7frkrcE91GIyYcGIDyft4fib-Q520zpf2VVEvEYaxK/s1024/28.+Angle+Bay.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp79X7mJYdXeM3r-U7ga-xSvpRx9GKFcmEcPyDXLmEod_5GdGBe6Z2ejJPXq2gbdSVTu7mLoQPccMOfRyH7znky9RF_n7frkrcE91GIyYcGIDyft4fib-Q520zpf2VVEvEYaxK/s320/28.+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Where the road at last turned away from the beach there was a car
park — well, a space for three cars. I had earmarked that spot for
our last rest and chocolate. I was hoping for a seat there but there
were none, so we sat on a stone.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
path led on, and it really was a path this time, along the top of the
beach all round the bay. Colin was keen to walk on the beach
instead, and I stupidly followed him. It was OK for a bit but not
marvellous. Then it got stony, slippery and sinky. We couldn't get
back up on to the proper path because there was a sheer wall. Colin
said, “</span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">There's a
slipway over there, we'll get up there</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.”
It wasn't a slipway, it was a piped stream outlet.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYS1Sv9JLu3W_4xkerqjaECA0UvOYjHzyw5YLByRUt3UbgtBuceaoHd0M1LNscnSpf_C13mopntSHchXCETTVJNXtP4sYmK3XFA5f3ecUwG6od2olU8lrh9XM3cqCVrsAaEPHU/s1024/29.+I+climbed+up+that%2521.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYS1Sv9JLu3W_4xkerqjaECA0UvOYjHzyw5YLByRUt3UbgtBuceaoHd0M1LNscnSpf_C13mopntSHchXCETTVJNXtP4sYmK3XFA5f3ecUwG6od2olU8lrh9XM3cqCVrsAaEPHU/s320/29.+I+climbed+up+that%2521.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I climbed up that!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>We
carried on slipping and sliding. There was a break in the wall with
natural rocks instead of bricks. This looked a possibility. There
were 'sort-of'' steps in the rock, then an earth cliff which we could
dig into — at least that was the theory. Colin had to haul me up
because I hadn't the strength to pull myself up. The final straw was
an electric fence. We both got two belts off it before I sat down
and rolled underneath. And I got stung in the process. Then I
couldn't get up — my legs are not strong enough to push me up and I
cannot kneel on my artificial knees. Colin had to haul me up to
standing. </span></span><i><b>Really, we are too old for such high
jinks! </b></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Colin did admit that walking on the beach today was not one of his
best ideas.</span></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzycFUZRVOkQTngQdFAFb5ZQcxb2koZgTHzBOZQ2Ac8cdcHwXQAyeV_r5t9AA4onW31R3ouCiMSZfks7CIV9056bTdHpfWfKoKGpubom0MbcaQhhDrKdaRB3_7FRRSLxU8wqbG/s1024/30.+Lime+kiln.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzycFUZRVOkQTngQdFAFb5ZQcxb2koZgTHzBOZQ2Ac8cdcHwXQAyeV_r5t9AA4onW31R3ouCiMSZfks7CIV9056bTdHpfWfKoKGpubom0MbcaQhhDrKdaRB3_7FRRSLxU8wqbG/w200-h150/30.+Lime+kiln.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We still had about a mile to go and it seemed interminable. We
walked through field after field, all with a pair of gates at each
end — and none of the gates were kissing gates! Between one of the
pairs of gates was another lime kiln, the third we passed on today's
Walk.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyR1cStB-lWdZj0ZrdPme_5O6TTQIqNXEXKdOiaNYUJgmTTFoNtWWxD_07BEF_6RGFd-K7JbpZ_amwHVshzLHda7VxFaJzkZyf1BhpIU3Cb5xNJkYpTyB0NsLyVIAsuG6EbsR/s1024/31.+Angle+Bay.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyR1cStB-lWdZj0ZrdPme_5O6TTQIqNXEXKdOiaNYUJgmTTFoNtWWxD_07BEF_6RGFd-K7JbpZ_amwHVshzLHda7VxFaJzkZyf1BhpIU3Cb5xNJkYpTyB0NsLyVIAsuG6EbsR/w400-h300/31.+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The last bit of the Walk, into Angle, was through trees and it was
rather pleasant.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83ftFmcjJHyXXOqHuMKjWIr3s2viMsP7Vag_PP5IqO7vZ71HhoN-ERfm_UbevIJpwtwwWTR8EEzOhqBkgT49EpJVlogdFT8dUm_YyspVAXXLNFT8nfNQtfuTniu1STDvmFz1c/s1024/32.+Angle+Bay.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83ftFmcjJHyXXOqHuMKjWIr3s2viMsP7Vag_PP5IqO7vZ71HhoN-ERfm_UbevIJpwtwwWTR8EEzOhqBkgT49EpJVlogdFT8dUm_YyspVAXXLNFT8nfNQtfuTniu1STDvmFz1c/w400-h300/32.+Angle+Bay.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The path turned into a tarmac drive, but we walked
on the grass at the side.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOQnoDFOPE4QODb7p5Jf4ScMsa-clFQaFbIVzWToD2OEwjy8b7Wwe50xS8vXf7YUX5MKzEw5p-YWG_gj-ruHSL8J3pKyy7QD8opSoc9s5svfLtVtPH0kC5e7CGIP6mUI4BXOc/s1024/33.+Angle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOQnoDFOPE4QODb7p5Jf4ScMsa-clFQaFbIVzWToD2OEwjy8b7Wwe50xS8vXf7YUX5MKzEw5p-YWG_gj-ruHSL8J3pKyy7QD8opSoc9s5svfLtVtPH0kC5e7CGIP6mUI4BXOc/w480-h640/33.+Angle.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>There were pictures of birds and animals
on the signposts, in the fields and on trees.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCQmtoeSGPzOE6TaWFRlILSCW1yY1ZaAPQalFMbdcxgTzRiYavl52OHcB-0zfxcZhKhhcbIUqIHcEUQzmbY5wie0SUekut4_hVGXpr0VWSRilQA3emiOAg5dnFKtqJIEFe8ee/s1024/34.+Angle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCQmtoeSGPzOE6TaWFRlILSCW1yY1ZaAPQalFMbdcxgTzRiYavl52OHcB-0zfxcZhKhhcbIUqIHcEUQzmbY5wie0SUekut4_hVGXpr0VWSRilQA3emiOAg5dnFKtqJIEFe8ee/w400-h300/34.+Angle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It was like a child's
fairyland.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQmpaAV-y5XgzQ1v4FSFjdNIkvR3PQnd7ct9fuTRxetLY-FNpKGu7COMJNWyOrvHv6NaNa07jzWCQLWK3XF5sM1LvRIU1tK83xre9PTAK1FFypMBSS438wT4LLsOi3LUrio8M/s1024/35.+Angle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQmpaAV-y5XgzQ1v4FSFjdNIkvR3PQnd7ct9fuTRxetLY-FNpKGu7COMJNWyOrvHv6NaNa07jzWCQLWK3XF5sM1LvRIU1tK83xre9PTAK1FFypMBSS438wT4LLsOi3LUrio8M/w480-h640/35.+Angle.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>We met an old lady who was local, and she asked us about our Walk.
She said the local bus driver was very good, he even stops at the
public toilets and waits for anyone who wants to go! <i>(Now that's
</i><i><b>my</b></i><i> kind of bus driver!)</i> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjePvWCQ6mcAnRRMLEbHOC3HYWvesaQzbrf6uX5JbcsQbr7KTsSRhQlWoDSh1zH7JYMemdV4cxgiv2L-Es3yfY8zAsrwHVex4Sj4_d03HkLX7lRSObfDEbHJ8Gw5RKp-rQ8JCu/s1024/36.+Angle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjePvWCQ6mcAnRRMLEbHOC3HYWvesaQzbrf6uX5JbcsQbr7KTsSRhQlWoDSh1zH7JYMemdV4cxgiv2L-Es3yfY8zAsrwHVex4Sj4_d03HkLX7lRSObfDEbHJ8Gw5RKp-rQ8JCu/w400-h300/36.+Angle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Later she came back
and stopped to chat again. She said she had met a man who planned to
walk the entire Pembrokeshire Coast Path in 72 hours so he could
claim the 'record'. I said he must be a nutcase. She strode off,
faster than we could walk.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0lLS9noViGNwCJBO92tnMC98zXeX8t3tu9ZhPx2sRWJ81_7ebgmgzMzRBtPH1UKbW9CJ1iU-UGppFQMMh-beFTud8ScueeBQKL7GSU5HAJKHpQg6Ye7lUds7r_tlzqTGDWiC/s1024/37.+Angle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0lLS9noViGNwCJBO92tnMC98zXeX8t3tu9ZhPx2sRWJ81_7ebgmgzMzRBtPH1UKbW9CJ1iU-UGppFQMMh-beFTud8ScueeBQKL7GSU5HAJKHpQg6Ye7lUds7r_tlzqTGDWiC/w400-h300/37.+Angle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>At last we came into the village of Angle. A car slowed down and a
woman called out from its window, <i>“I think we all deserve a
beer!”</i> It was the Welsh couple who had walked from Pembroke
and passed us twice — only they had also walked on to West Angle
Bay where they had parked their car. We came to the village<span style="font-family: inherit;"> church</span>.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.388, we shall pick up Walk no.389 next time at the village church
in Angle. It was ten to six, so the Walk had taken us seven and
three quarter hours. We went on about a hundred yards to where our
car was parked. We drove to the car park at Freshwater West where we
had some biscuits and tea from our flask whilst looking at a
beautiful view across the sands. Then we drove back to our caravan
at Freshwater East.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Are we getting too
old to continue the Round Britain Walk? Today's Walk was only nine
miles, the terrain was quite kind, but we're both </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>knackered!</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We had intended
continuing the next day, but the monsoon-like weather returned and
dictated otherwise. The following day we returned home, having
completed only half the walking we had intended this trip.</span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-79189829244758777192019-06-20T17:23:00.106+01:002021-06-07T20:12:17.894+01:00Walk 387 -- Pembroke Dock to Hundleton<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span><span style="color: #073763;">Ages: Colin was 77 years and 43 days. Rosemary was 74 years and 185
days.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Weather: Sunny and warm with a lovely breeze. <i>(At last Summer
has started!)</i></span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Location: Pembroke Dock to Hundleton.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Distance:
6 miles.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Total distance: 3946 miles.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Terrain: Some pavement-bashing. Paths through fields and woods.
Slightly undulating.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Rivers: <i> </i>No.457, Pembroke River.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Kissing
gates: Nos.946 to 955 — ten in all. <i>(The 10</i><sup><i>th</i></sup><i>
was overgrown with goose-grass, but we still used it despite the main
gate being wide open!)</i></span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Pubs:
The ‘Old King’s Arms’ in Pembroke where Colin drank Felinfoel
‘Double Dragon’ and ‘Gower Gold’, and I had a shandy.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">‘Cadw’
properties: None. <i>(Pembroke Castle is privately owned, but is
open to the public)</i></span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning in Freshwater East. This
morning we drove to Hundleton where we parked near the bus stop. We
caught a bus to Pembroke Dock Station.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">At the
end we came out on to a lane about a quarter of a mile outside
Hundleton. We walked into the village where our car was parked. We
got in and drove straight back to our caravan.</span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerwQlTLO4a6ohRgqkBOWWuy77Y6RX7VFWq2XyKp3DTsHm1IlxTKgEzSZ2Vq-fRozMwDv5HXInnms6v6pYCTjalVoN8VVZ6yQqjplTPS3I5KuQTbp8q45UTVYlyusxQHUdEzYu/s1024/1.+Pembroke+Dock.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerwQlTLO4a6ohRgqkBOWWuy77Y6RX7VFWq2XyKp3DTsHm1IlxTKgEzSZ2Vq-fRozMwDv5HXInnms6v6pYCTjalVoN8VVZ6yQqjplTPS3I5KuQTbp8q45UTVYlyusxQHUdEzYu/w400-h300/1.+Pembroke+Dock.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We started today's Walk at Pembroke Dock station. We
walked to Asda hoping for a delicatessen counter and a toilet —
they had neither. But there was a public toilet across the square at
40p a go! (</span><span><i>Thank goodness for our RADAR
keys.</i></span><span>) In the square was a sculpture, it was
a huge fish with its mouth wide open as if it was dying. It was made
entirely from plastic bottles! We thought it was very clever, it
certainly put a message across.</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mAA-yLO8dzwucigq4AgEtS8kXdfcMtQDpmdkL29tRvn2xduk2vo5i3tpUs6iVsmn1mDf4HJu1dsD3f0Kg_U9i2O45Mnsu0rixz2IfLyhyhTfLvfL2IrDC34KCirYsMK_6XZR/s1024/2.+Pembroke+Dock.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mAA-yLO8dzwucigq4AgEtS8kXdfcMtQDpmdkL29tRvn2xduk2vo5i3tpUs6iVsmn1mDf4HJu1dsD3f0Kg_U9i2O45Mnsu0rixz2IfLyhyhTfLvfL2IrDC34KCirYsMK_6XZR/w400-h300/2.+Pembroke+Dock.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Today's whole Walk was accompanied by NOISE! Horrible
man-made NOISE! In Pembroke Dock it was constant traffic noise, and
“disco” cars with their loud </span><span><i><b>thump!
thump! thump!</b></i></span><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
We didn't enjoy walking through the town much — it seemed a little
run-down though not nearly so run-down as Holyhead. Is it something
to do with them both being ports?</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhGGEBh6w08KdXNF_Pa2ECSdKvLAY6FbADisEXjXtB3um36ARWfFtdOlGAocjqq4eg4AZWw4iRkQwXZZP7XzoxYm4UAAvffbPlzBbKOWwRQrJVFD5Co8iblL5lkFBOnf6Rr2K/s1024/3.+Pembroke+Dock.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhGGEBh6w08KdXNF_Pa2ECSdKvLAY6FbADisEXjXtB3um36ARWfFtdOlGAocjqq4eg4AZWw4iRkQwXZZP7XzoxYm4UAAvffbPlzBbKOWwRQrJVFD5Co8iblL5lkFBOnf6Rr2K/w400-h300/3.+Pembroke+Dock.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Also we had a lot of uphill walking. Before we started
I had said it would be a “flattish” Walk mostly through towns so
I wouldn't take my walking poles. I regretted that later, and Colin
constantly reminded me every time we came to an uphill part.</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">At
the top of the hill there was a wood, and we realised there was a
footpath through it which cut off a corner. </span></span></span><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">That's
better!</span></i></span><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Though we could still hear traffic noise. It was only about a
hundred yards, but it made a nice break from pavement-bashing. Then
it was back on the road with the traffic noise and “disco” cars.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It
was Colin who noticed the path leading off to the left. I almost
missed it because it seemed obscure, but it was well signposted. It
led down into a lovely wooded dell — lovely except for all the
broken glass, drinks cans and plastic rubbish which was strewn
everywhere! Then it led uphill into a housing estate. But at the
end of that road we continued into a real field. </span></span></span><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">That's
better!</span></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">We
found a rock to sit on in the shade and ate some of our lunch even
though it was only 11.30. </span></span></span><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(We
were hungry!)</span></i></span><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
But it wasn't the peace of the countryside that we had been
expecting — in the adjacent field up a bank they were cutting and
turning hay. The machinery was so </span></span></span><span><i><b>NOISY,</b></i></span><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
and could be heard a long way. When we got to the end of the field I
was about to go the wrong way again, but Colin called my attention to
a crossroads of footpaths. We had to go steeply up a bank and into
the very field where they were noisily haymaking.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9k0eVlh-hGLFnJwYEe8_TFDglzSdCUEu5rVKgjDUe23evBOMP6m10BPriFPSDjCzj6q4oUSP1UfKNfwiKLxYYGL7Y_7aQvlrft01hVXEmFfs_JCzsFkTaBXxwEdxQr9Xqu_3U/s1024/5.+Pembroke.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9k0eVlh-hGLFnJwYEe8_TFDglzSdCUEu5rVKgjDUe23evBOMP6m10BPriFPSDjCzj6q4oUSP1UfKNfwiKLxYYGL7Y_7aQvlrft01hVXEmFfs_JCzsFkTaBXxwEdxQr9Xqu_3U/w400-h300/5.+Pembroke.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The
path continued for about a mile through fields, flower meadows and
wooded dells</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiU_mMz6f7OSjy_QEBzUQy9-7pwF3FNP2PoUF7E-7YUnFmLiWQTmElVzVzjdxkhjL1rqSIZr4u_ZFbE6J_uG_5-QL5NSoqn27T5ABmfFee_RJqSMVdt_YMk3bHpuj43rlX99JE/s1024/6.+R+in+Pembroke.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiU_mMz6f7OSjy_QEBzUQy9-7pwF3FNP2PoUF7E-7YUnFmLiWQTmElVzVzjdxkhjL1rqSIZr4u_ZFbE6J_uG_5-QL5NSoqn27T5ABmfFee_RJqSMVdt_YMk3bHpuj43rlX99JE/w480-h640/6.+R+in+Pembroke.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>We crossed a couple of streams and had the occasional
view of the Pembroke River. But all along there was </span></span></span><span><i><b>Noise!
Noise! Noise!</b></i></span><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
First it was the haymaking, then it was a very loud drill (we
couldn't make out where that was coming from) and as we approached
Pembroke an extremely loud disco took over. (We think that was
coming across the river from the castle.)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Eo-BIxomsy4wXzxtW22xfziY6_hvTxyQxwbp0Yq44nntJk4IGYuJ8AUgvB0Q3rI1IKeKr_9yOHxShN6S1e4EPpccjDnKrtJwEvvGOuYjnyd3WTYbabwS4P9UN7bx568bgfLt/s1024/8.+C+in+Pembroke.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Eo-BIxomsy4wXzxtW22xfziY6_hvTxyQxwbp0Yq44nntJk4IGYuJ8AUgvB0Q3rI1IKeKr_9yOHxShN6S1e4EPpccjDnKrtJwEvvGOuYjnyd3WTYbabwS4P9UN7bx568bgfLt/w400-h300/8.+C+in+Pembroke.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We think the birds were
chirping in the woods, but we couldn't hear them above the racket!</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAzGlJ8CigL5FUZmFLn-Sdvp5hkDJu3NCFpFAueTbsWMzI-Kb51Rg__2B6xt0nfXI5tXJ8e5VoOgV-3AQk2sCS4Lc2HH6ueM1ofOyG1LHyiKIEr0cSTZewZ04QjKotecRauyb/s1024/10.+Pembroke.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAzGlJ8CigL5FUZmFLn-Sdvp5hkDJu3NCFpFAueTbsWMzI-Kb51Rg__2B6xt0nfXI5tXJ8e5VoOgV-3AQk2sCS4Lc2HH6ueM1ofOyG1LHyiKIEr0cSTZewZ04QjKotecRauyb/w400-h300/10.+Pembroke.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We came out into a housing estate, and signs led us
immediately down to the river opposite the castle. What a grand
view! We sat on a bench to admire it and ate some chocolate because
we felt like it.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalRwXG5NmeAA65HIk8R1O8rfjhxc6lfuZZZC0oVLbv2fh7BFgHvR0KDAwKusGhRgYsUUYHssTaxBfzgqoWOvYFwFzziLM76OrEHRuJt6QRPz8R63sZ5-pDT6QyMPnDQXpK_FT/s1024/12.+Pembroke+Castle.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalRwXG5NmeAA65HIk8R1O8rfjhxc6lfuZZZC0oVLbv2fh7BFgHvR0KDAwKusGhRgYsUUYHssTaxBfzgqoWOvYFwFzziLM76OrEHRuJt6QRPz8R63sZ5-pDT6QyMPnDQXpK_FT/w400-h300/12.+Pembroke+Castle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The disco over the castle way was still in full
flow — it came over in waves, extremely loud and then fading away
in the wind before coming back. Also, the nearer we got to the
bridge over the Pembroke River the louder was the traffic noise. The
traffic was nose-to-tail over the bridge and all the way through
Pembroke.</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><b>NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoKJYEGjde-2cwiMrIOrI-PQiwnjgZZd9YaxUhN7rLnx55BcPTInSDGWYgVrqqsoZlQIal0W6xRU5xgqdL6zKPxqbXD_EO7EczfkFxRJH7QSL9cVo9AuchZ72liKMA0TJsIt2/s1024/13.+King+Henry+VII.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoKJYEGjde-2cwiMrIOrI-PQiwnjgZZd9YaxUhN7rLnx55BcPTInSDGWYgVrqqsoZlQIal0W6xRU5xgqdL6zKPxqbXD_EO7EczfkFxRJH7QSL9cVo9AuchZ72liKMA0TJsIt2/s320/13.+King+Henry+VII.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>On the bridge is a statue of Henry VII, the first Tudor
king and father of the infamous Henry VIII. Henry VII was born in
Pembroke Castle in 1457. After crossing the bridge we diverted into
the town to seek out the real ale pub which we wanted to visit.
Taking our drinks out into the concrete 'garden' at the back of the
pub we were blissfully shielded from all traffic noise. But we had
to listen to a lot of clattering and loud conversation from the
adjacent kitchen. Then somebody started up a mixer, or something,
which sounded like a large drill.</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><b>NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklpeOevP8157bSQ4qRLVeuM7LI3jtydRz8OCrs-KDtWgXt2ex619oGufpqmgUFHWRCrUVf5OU1WypuH1ELkZJwaYuUCJg9KsiiMzLB1cDThnQnfOv9IonZn1msXUu7h8Xw_E0/s205/12.5.+Pembroke+Castle+in+1976.tif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="205" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklpeOevP8157bSQ4qRLVeuM7LI3jtydRz8OCrs-KDtWgXt2ex619oGufpqmgUFHWRCrUVf5OU1WypuH1ELkZJwaYuUCJg9KsiiMzLB1cDThnQnfOv9IonZn1msXUu7h8Xw_E0/w200-h193/12.5.+Pembroke+Castle+in+1976.tif" width="200" /></a></div>We returned to the castle so that we could walk between
it and the river towards Monkton. </span><span><i>(Hooray!
The disco was no longer playing — perhaps someone had told them to
shut up!) </i></span><span> We didn't visit the imposing
Pembroke Castle because it is not owned by Cadw. But we remembered
visiting it way back in 1977 with our four small children. I have
managed to find a photo of Colin standing on the topmost part of the
keep where there are no safety railings with Paul, then aged six!</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9MJtw2D5YpwrI_AOcOcO6rQzJu_5E2ACv5jUBHehv6gh_IKf-eZYWyNC2IT4JeNnjOyrwVMXCTvtvTUo-iJOSCdZfuKn20fd6MUWPzNPQBvOg6sSEgaigmJHixIjv4XDPPXC/s1024/14.+Awkward+Hill.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9MJtw2D5YpwrI_AOcOcO6rQzJu_5E2ACv5jUBHehv6gh_IKf-eZYWyNC2IT4JeNnjOyrwVMXCTvtvTUo-iJOSCdZfuKn20fd6MUWPzNPQBvOg6sSEgaigmJHixIjv4XDPPXC/w200-h150/14.+Awkward+Hill.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>In Monkton we were able to take a shortcut up Awkward
Hill — the traffic now has to go round two sides of a triangle
whereas we did the Pythagoras thing. We passed Monkton Church and
then walked under some trees where jackdaws were squawking, making a
hell of a racket. I looked at numerous spots of birdlime on the
pavement and thought, “This could be dangerous!” Suddenly a wet
splat appeared just ahead of me as a bird flew off — it missed! I
moved hurriedly out of the danger zone.</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZpvsvql2bPUMKi6rUdhsaQ5CbY-ob6K148JWiTYZxCnbViBjCtUUuc1ZKTsUJOpXUkoRIHooHzMJKiC1cBe-ptTO5EcnNeHU-oIz4aYo3UhOEuNKUjLy_fzEB-l9cxbI01CS/s1024/18.+Monkton.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZpvsvql2bPUMKi6rUdhsaQ5CbY-ob6K148JWiTYZxCnbViBjCtUUuc1ZKTsUJOpXUkoRIHooHzMJKiC1cBe-ptTO5EcnNeHU-oIz4aYo3UhOEuNKUjLy_fzEB-l9cxbI01CS/s320/18.+Monkton.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>After half a mile of pavement bashing we turned into a
lane that went sharply downhill to where an inlet came in from the
river — the tide was well out so it was just mud. We crossed a
bridge, the other side of which was an inland stream feeding into the
inlet. But the water was coming through a large tap in a wall, it
was quite extraordinary! It looked like something out of a
children's cartoon.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghlIHfKjwTHvPDpLH7-USd9gJE5TZ9TUSSJiEy24Y4B82Sx63auNokeJtevSR88nvxeQEn8Ftl-ST7sPp4wqSNQ6geWkRisyecnYQZ6hEUQSrjz0NzV7__yvvg7wFp54OieSMX/s1024/17.+Monkton.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghlIHfKjwTHvPDpLH7-USd9gJE5TZ9TUSSJiEy24Y4B82Sx63auNokeJtevSR88nvxeQEn8Ftl-ST7sPp4wqSNQ6geWkRisyecnYQZ6hEUQSrjz0NzV7__yvvg7wFp54OieSMX/w400-h300/17.+Monkton.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Unfortunately, in the driveway of the dwelling
next to this unusual tap, where a beautiful red Morgan car was
parked, were two men drilling. The noise was excruciating and really
hurt our ears<i><b>.</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><b>NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;">We didn't hang about! We continued hurriedly up the lane, 'up' being
the operative word — this 'flattish' Walk had long since ceased to
be a joke. We were both flagging by now, Colin particularly. My
back was playing up and Colin's leg muscles were cramping.
Thankfully we didn't have to climb all the way up the hill. Partway
we turned off into a field on a footpath which followed the contours,
more or less, around the hill.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXFw7WtcLW-6Vq5hIQZmT5zIabfd60hsZDzShQg-Lwnwi7j3eJbA6s4KEvYClCbpt8NLQdTljNI7XeAckEeOZ9xUwOEcIJOewDSJ9Xygw2qUWaMXWjYdaMtUET45dm0IrE8wp/s1024/20.+Hundleton.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXFw7WtcLW-6Vq5hIQZmT5zIabfd60hsZDzShQg-Lwnwi7j3eJbA6s4KEvYClCbpt8NLQdTljNI7XeAckEeOZ9xUwOEcIJOewDSJ9Xygw2qUWaMXWjYdaMtUET45dm0IrE8wp/s320/20.+Hundleton.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Further on we came to a fallen tree, the trunk of which made an
excellent seat. So we sat down and ate some more chocolate because
we felt like it. As we sat there we realised that, for the first
time on this noisy Walk, we could only hear natural sounds — like
the wind in the trees, birds singing, etc. But wait a moment! What
was that in the distance? Only big guns booming out from the
Castlemartin Range a few miles to the south! <i>I wonder what QUIET
sounds like?</i></span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCrLhbBx0mcMGMQdiRlZvV4kw1oD_4xgAqRxu-xHQLzIMAI2eDiJF2mnHY_Le36gyxtFzvydHNpRBgzdGnban_1PMrmBg8W6r71GVhdsHkpmCjxJwVkKNSY7c6gUvv80HSigS/s1024/19.+Hundleton.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCrLhbBx0mcMGMQdiRlZvV4kw1oD_4xgAqRxu-xHQLzIMAI2eDiJF2mnHY_Le36gyxtFzvydHNpRBgzdGnban_1PMrmBg8W6r71GVhdsHkpmCjxJwVkKNSY7c6gUvv80HSigS/w400-h300/19.+Hundleton.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The footpath continued through fields and wooded dells — it was
quite pleasant. It crossed a couple of lanes and even passed a
sewage farm <i>(that wasn't very pleasant!)</i> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jysVBDtNyWDVXiknDw3OoPtlnX3lOk0LWI9r3fbfpIsLfiFMGEN0wN77SQZqfY1ixbiIMoDbfbeIwfOPC2-fDEAWMP2EEPOAGKPpBK5imRAnyy3lzsncD5MoTpDeDtAbuutL/s1024/22.+Hundleton.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jysVBDtNyWDVXiknDw3OoPtlnX3lOk0LWI9r3fbfpIsLfiFMGEN0wN77SQZqfY1ixbiIMoDbfbeIwfOPC2-fDEAWMP2EEPOAGKPpBK5imRAnyy3lzsncD5MoTpDeDtAbuutL/w200-h150/22.+Hundleton.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>One of the stiles we
came to was a real 'Granny's Teeth' affair. Colin had to help me get
down off it — with my stiff back and metal knees I hadn't a hope of
getting down those 'teeth' unaided.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> Eventually we came to a tarmacked track. We turned uphill — again,
but only gently uphill — for a quarter of a mile through a
dandelion meadow until we hit a lane.</span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmFUjSBhbfBpV_B72NqEqxURI8LrKy8wtvu6c28fNfb-yJSihzQvxMdNtTDDeJ_WhGqfZC-SvxyXoTbkV2Yj_fGtMLHmMyn33hZtQxaa9zPOHmoS5t52IBdrgQR7HFfxzHiZU/s1024/24.+Hundleton.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmFUjSBhbfBpV_B72NqEqxURI8LrKy8wtvu6c28fNfb-yJSihzQvxMdNtTDDeJ_WhGqfZC-SvxyXoTbkV2Yj_fGtMLHmMyn33hZtQxaa9zPOHmoS5t52IBdrgQR7HFfxzHiZU/w400-h300/24.+Hundleton.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span>That ended Walk
no.387, we shall pick up Walk no.388 next time where the coast path
turns on to a lane leading out of Hundleton. It was twenty to four,
so the Walk had taken us five hours twenty-five minutes. We turned
left and walked into the village where our car was parked. We got in
and drove straight back to our caravan. We didn't meet anybody in
either direction walking the coastal path today, and we voted it the
noisiest of all the Walks so far.</span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">My
knees no longer cause me problems when walking, in fact I hardly ever
think about them these days because they feel so normal. </span></i></span><span><i><b>Well
done the NHS!</b></i></span><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">
It's only when I'm faced with BIG steps — ordinary sized steps are
OK — that I haven't got the strength in the muscles around the knee
to pull myself up or let myself down. Also, steep downhill slopes
can be a problem because of the pressure on my artificial knees. I
can walk for miles on the flat, and enjoy doing so.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">It's
my back that's the real problem — it's arthritis again. And I have
sciatica all down my right leg, probably caused by me limping when my
knees were bad. The NHS doesn't want to know. I self-registered for
physiotherapy, but when I eventually got an appointment (after three
months!) it was a complete waste of time. At the first session I was
given an exercise sheet, and the therapist didn't listen when I told
her I was already doing the exercises daily. </span></i></span><span><i><b>She
didn't even touch me!</b></i></span><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">
And she dismissed me after two short sessions, the second session
consisted of me showing her the exercises I had been doing. Our
chiropractic daughter now lives on a yacht and we hardly ever see
her. I tried a McTimoney chiropractor, and enjoyed the massage (at
least she touched me!) but it didn't do any good and I felt it was
money down the drain. So I do the exercises, take paracetamol and
try to live with it.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i> </i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i>Colin has been
suffering leg cramps for eighteen months now, and can be in
excruciating pain at times. The GPs have run out of ideas and
interest in his distress. He had a similar experience with a
physiotherapist when he self-registered. So he does the exercises
daily, takes paracetamol and tries to live with it.</i></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">To
quote the actress Bette Davies: </span></i></span><span><i><b>“Growing
old is not for sissies!”</b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-12031904903697325842019-06-18T21:06:00.164+01:002021-05-06T21:56:31.618+01:00Walk 386 -- Milford Haven to Pembroke Dock<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ages: Colin was 77 years and 41 days. Rosemary was 74 years and 183
days.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Weather: Dull, grey and occasional spots of rain. <i>(Disgusting
weather for June!)</i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Location: Milford Haven to Pembroke Dock.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Distance:
9 miles.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Total distance: 3940 miles.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Terrain: Some traffic-dodging roads. Some pavement-bashing. Some
grassy paths. Occasional see-through metal bridges! Undulating.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tide: Out most of the day. </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rivers: <i> </i>No.454, Hubberston Pill. No.455, Castle Pill.
No.456, Westfield Pill. No.457, Daugleddau. </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ferries:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Piers:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kissing
gates: Nos.944 & 945. <i>(All the other gates were kissless!)</i> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pubs:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Diversions:
None.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">How we
got there and back: Two days ago we towed our caravan to Freshwater
East Caravan Site. <i>(We were a day later than intended because,
just as we were about to leave home, the car battery decided to give
up the ghost. Then the door lock on the caravan pinged off in
several pieces on to the patio. By the time all that was fixed, it
was too late to travel to Pembrokeshire that day. So we came indoors
and opened a bottle of wine!)</i> This morning we drove to Pembroke
Dock where we parked in a street near the station. From there we
caught a bus to Milford Haven Tesco, near where we had finished the
last Walk 21 months ago.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">At the
end we came to the car which was parked near the station. We got in
and drove straight back to our caravan.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nearly two years! We hadn't intended it to be so long, but we had a
bit of bad luck. Shortly after we returned home last time, Colin
drove the car through a ford which was deeper than he thought. Water
got into the engine, and the car was a right-off! We <i><b>had</b></i>
to buy another car because the bus service has been withdrawn from
our village and it is a two and a half mile walk to the nearest town.
We felt trapped in our own home.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">BUT.....we were paying off a huge mortgage in lump sums, it was
nearing the end of the time allowed to pay it off and the mortgage
company were beginning to send mildly threatening letters. We hadn't
a penny to spare.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fortunately our local garage had a little Ford Fiesta for sale quite
cheaply. A lovely little car which did for our immediate needs</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">BUT.....you cannot tow a caravan with a Ford Fiesta!</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eventually, by tightening our belts and staying at home, we paid off
the mortgage by the end of 2018. Relief! It had been a millstone
round our necks ever since we moved to Malvern in 2007. Now the
house of our dreams is fully ours, down to the last cobweb! And we
have all this surplus pension money coming in which we don't have to
immediately send off to the mortgage company!<i><b> </b></i></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>For the first time in our lives we don't have to penny-pinch</b></i>
— we can relax and afford things! By 1<sup>st</sup> May 2019 we
had bought a Vauxhall Insignia which tows our caravan beautifully.
At last we are back in Pembrokeshire, so let's get started!</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We went into Milford Haven Tesco to buy our lunch, but we left
disappointed for two reasons. (a) They have closed their
delicatessen counter so we couldn't buy the lunch we wanted. (b)
They hadn't got a café
and we had fancied a hot chocolate before we started our Walk.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nJYpshyphenhyphenEQJ4eEkZ7J2Q-tWYFnNMvYawaNWrMseuhfob-uiwIx-94FJKLR3ZET_nYTzcvfEmPVwMS-YJnW05OKbFjtKmNl0a0WgiHHzOy6vb7E_BH1rFlHn5yZ0ZIng-6dTAf/s1024/1.+Milford+Haven.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nJYpshyphenhyphenEQJ4eEkZ7J2Q-tWYFnNMvYawaNWrMseuhfob-uiwIx-94FJKLR3ZET_nYTzcvfEmPVwMS-YJnW05OKbFjtKmNl0a0WgiHHzOy6vb7E_BH1rFlHn5yZ0ZIng-6dTAf/w400-h300/1.+Milford+Haven.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We
climbed up on to the “bridge” over the river, and it was only
then we realised we could have stayed below because of the
culverting. We could have saved ourselves a climb.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZxDYt1WHq8mIC5J4SmswrQ6CGg1XgeC7NpcL8kiTNQhzFQpTDwEUDMKkC4-_dnBYyUez_RDMpFBNcFi97TTfXOETncoTFe73QuiRp9SK__ybpeznJBrfauFCBSeJfh7MFnv1/s1024/2.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZxDYt1WHq8mIC5J4SmswrQ6CGg1XgeC7NpcL8kiTNQhzFQpTDwEUDMKkC4-_dnBYyUez_RDMpFBNcFi97TTfXOETncoTFe73QuiRp9SK__ybpeznJBrfauFCBSeJfh7MFnv1/w400-h300/2.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Our OS map for this area is about 30 years old and it directed us up
the main shopping street. But we were delighted to find that there
is now a footpath along the waterfront which is lined with little
shops and cafés because
this part of the river is now a marina. We dashed into the first
café we came to and ordered hot
chocolate to cheer ourselves up. We are so fed up with this rotten
weather, as is everyone else.<i> </i></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_goGa5USy-KZQLW9hqyWfXci5qtNaFp47D63rTVBhjwcWceRyYjeuu8GgbW9cMe1nT_HhPEesNlIae7J_iT9Hf7qe1OMhVQjAuVR6Pfm-tWdz1btQ482S5ZvOiwdjzwnhQOZF/s1024/3.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_goGa5USy-KZQLW9hqyWfXci5qtNaFp47D63rTVBhjwcWceRyYjeuu8GgbW9cMe1nT_HhPEesNlIae7J_iT9Hf7qe1OMhVQjAuVR6Pfm-tWdz1btQ482S5ZvOiwdjzwnhQOZF/w400-h300/3.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9406GqaS9MfalmoTiDNctxCYRaE2NnIE7bzJf2zghK-EfTLXikP4qGk0pU75Bl9-3ClFriknRcJOWhiFeT1I1ErGaK_R1ll_jH3c4JEiWVgvAoHMiqrVBhk51HWszzg3rnCG/s1024/4.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9406GqaS9MfalmoTiDNctxCYRaE2NnIE7bzJf2zghK-EfTLXikP4qGk0pU75Bl9-3ClFriknRcJOWhiFeT1I1ErGaK_R1ll_jH3c4JEiWVgvAoHMiqrVBhk51HWszzg3rnCG/s320/4.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>But this won't do, we have a
Walk to do!</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> We
continued along the waterfront to where the shops gave way to
terraced houses. Several of them had gnomes on their tiny front
patios, and one was a witch's garden!</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01OTZ5zab_ORjX9ZhlJ9NlJDcncuMwnJFO_LhMSHZ5lHfprGDQBVEfPpx4kmsJ8CDNmU7Kz1v4I40z6JFciCGXaPAsTuUiieXROgWILxxhskV7jfxJkcVK32PFqTznCU7Vt1u/s1024/5.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01OTZ5zab_ORjX9ZhlJ9NlJDcncuMwnJFO_LhMSHZ5lHfprGDQBVEfPpx4kmsJ8CDNmU7Kz1v4I40z6JFciCGXaPAsTuUiieXROgWILxxhskV7jfxJkcVK32PFqTznCU7Vt1u/s320/5.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The waterfront came to an end
and we had to climb a steep hill inland. This came out in a
residential road where there was a bridge over a disused railway. We
tried the residential road first, but it was a dead end and we had to
retrace our steps. We wanted to get down on to the old railway which
is now a tarmacked path, but there was no way down that we could see.
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>(The complete lack of
any signage for walkers was disgraceful.)</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">
So we continued steeply uphill until we came to a path leading off
in our direction. This remained high above the disused railway for
several hundred yards until, at last, there was a linking path down
to it. We were puzzled as to how we had missed the beginning of this
railway path back in Milford Haven.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNzwYGTIGzE8yvAIE-8kSoqnD-jyIcDDQewuLzV-FRZQVKrRXo-zaNFn8oigGGCeHNnwEkCs0k7r8u68o6FeWzkaWzYnuSwsrjI-4e4ykmULbd3Z8q6EX859aOEn8GjfdT18h/s1024/6.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNzwYGTIGzE8yvAIE-8kSoqnD-jyIcDDQewuLzV-FRZQVKrRXo-zaNFn8oigGGCeHNnwEkCs0k7r8u68o6FeWzkaWzYnuSwsrjI-4e4ykmULbd3Z8q6EX859aOEn8GjfdT18h/w200-h150/6.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Having met no one since we left
the shops/café area on the waterfront, here we met several
dog-walkers, some of whom stopped to chat. But the 'railway' soon
ended at an unfriendly locked gate with '</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>keep
out</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;">' notices all
over it. Beyond was an industrial area which looked mostly disused,
including a swing bridge across Castle Pill.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjQGoKdoiNp_WpnKvbRjUcQHVYzDMIesGCUkZAqAW4ugvyxMWO2kFZn9vO8iBRwpZRZwzdh2r4cwCUcE0gCPINFSduGBwiq-AOyAJaZNUKOBcuU_rD9UWzwlf1HMmKYSLasY_/s1024/7.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjQGoKdoiNp_WpnKvbRjUcQHVYzDMIesGCUkZAqAW4ugvyxMWO2kFZn9vO8iBRwpZRZwzdh2r4cwCUcE0gCPINFSduGBwiq-AOyAJaZNUKOBcuU_rD9UWzwlf1HMmKYSLasY_/s320/7.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We followed a path leading uphill
to a house, and thought we would have to climb further up the hill on
a road. But then Colin spied a narrow path leading up behind the
house through bushes. Initially it was quite steep, but it soon
levelled out. It would have been a lovely path through trees with
views of yachts moored in Castle Pill, except for one thing — </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">the
rubbish!</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> There
was litter strewed everywhere, mostly plastic junk-food wrappers and
drinks cans. It was </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>horrible!</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfG98QlDartICGoZScqSTcFLOGXcQwuwpibSIATYLhtRdsbCBZ7lVhAbh22-rurImzHhSbPeIyoAbB5nEHUwGebM22iVgMkvzUT2lfNoslwT-VyAaBmM1aZfcuJ0DDCWhLos1/s1024/9.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfG98QlDartICGoZScqSTcFLOGXcQwuwpibSIATYLhtRdsbCBZ7lVhAbh22-rurImzHhSbPeIyoAbB5nEHUwGebM22iVgMkvzUT2lfNoslwT-VyAaBmM1aZfcuJ0DDCWhLos1/s320/9.+Milford+Haven.JPG" /></a></div>We
passed a Celtic Cross which was disappearing into the undergrowth.
We came to a slipway, but the way on looked a bit slippery. We could
see the road bridge across Castle Pill (Black Bridge) but that was up
high and we were down low. We didn't know whether to follow the
soggy shoreline or to go uphill on a lane. There was no one about to
ask, and </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>no
signage!</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
We decided, after much discussion, to follow the soggy shoreline
since the tide was out. We had to be very careful not to slip —
thank goodness I had my walking poles</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsvVAgjlvPDJB1l9mRU1CHAVtf5Rg2k-xeHfb3lgIaO2zMMJJ16pdmuZueQniOpqdHtgr4Qn5W13PCxfdVzTSUkyASkfU9zctC0M8TPXjLECK74BqkicNWuUdgIOMwZYPrK25/s1024/10.+Black+Bridge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsvVAgjlvPDJB1l9mRU1CHAVtf5Rg2k-xeHfb3lgIaO2zMMJJ16pdmuZueQniOpqdHtgr4Qn5W13PCxfdVzTSUkyASkfU9zctC0M8TPXjLECK74BqkicNWuUdgIOMwZYPrK25/w400-h300/10.+Black+Bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It led us round the last
corner and gently up to the road. There we found the </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVyMPZ_mqSGdmbMT88Y05oVGthFv2jgviYDVrgqK5HQyYAK6nON8saE9bBK1s5RuolbPnsjIFEout9eQHunNJWXI4QvNk_0pCp4ZVSOFj8CmK48dY30bo2u__DGdmi2g8hK63/s1024/11.+Black+Bridge.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVyMPZ_mqSGdmbMT88Y05oVGthFv2jgviYDVrgqK5HQyYAK6nON8saE9bBK1s5RuolbPnsjIFEout9eQHunNJWXI4QvNk_0pCp4ZVSOFj8CmK48dY30bo2u__DGdmi2g8hK63/s320/11.+Black+Bridge.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>first</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Wales Coast Path sign on this Walk! Up until this point we'd had to
use our initiative — </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">good
job we know what that is!</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Behind the sign was a seat that didn't look as it was used very
often.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6_SdOx_HDUQsRSNBIzPdE6cgIWYy-nhY3q7VizyUpnWsXZjlMJHXa7MnHUm3xMPPpoa5bvblKoD4VaXJ-o1CX0S6z6yjSJCI5rw_kaEE4lFDOtyCCWNr7dDpjbBRisK5zN9k/s1024/12.+Black+Bridge.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6_SdOx_HDUQsRSNBIzPdE6cgIWYy-nhY3q7VizyUpnWsXZjlMJHXa7MnHUm3xMPPpoa5bvblKoD4VaXJ-o1CX0S6z6yjSJCI5rw_kaEE4lFDOtyCCWNr7dDpjbBRisK5zN9k/w200-h150/12.+Black+Bridge.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We walked down the twisty hill to
the bridge. Part way down was a bunch of flowers wrapped in plastic
stuck in a tree, and lots of other plastic wrappers from previous
bunches of flowers which had been stuck there. It did look a mess —
why can't they take the plastic away and dispose of it?</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdv6erI6dbNaoFWHVJzGaTmBz407pJGKrxzSZftdRZ1RgxmWutF-ZMIYcff2XBvDWJJ4YB3BcdbpdUokdeY0gcEqHymeEhw-58k6_K-wSj46BSCTQjWmyT7rSD7bQrNI1GcfKv/s1024/13.+Castle+Pill.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdv6erI6dbNaoFWHVJzGaTmBz407pJGKrxzSZftdRZ1RgxmWutF-ZMIYcff2XBvDWJJ4YB3BcdbpdUokdeY0gcEqHymeEhw-58k6_K-wSj46BSCTQjWmyT7rSD7bQrNI1GcfKv/w400-h300/13.+Castle+Pill.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We
crossed the bridge — now where? No signage, of course. I wished I
had looked at the map more closely using a magnifying glass, but my
eyesight is not that good on tiny detail and the green blobs on the
map said go up the road. So up the hill we trudged dodging traffic
on all the twisty bends for the road was quite busy. That part of
the Walk was </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>horrid!</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Again we were aghast at the amount of rubbish by the side of the
road — </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">Costa
coffee cups, crisp bags, Coca Cola tins, takeaway cartons, lager
cans, etc</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
— we reckoned it had been chucked out of car windows. With relief
we reached the track leading to Venn Farm. I took off my high-viz
waistcoat — Colin hadn't been wearing his because he couldn't
remember where he had put it.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuN5MmdRGxLIJxQZb-RST47HaNbNXj8e83FN_ezgBXfbqMufYBeh3JB_4OGb-RwFNOi9lM9ltfsPx_y0EK0FqyFKFu-ny-6bUO6EA9cbzhZ1WLyN8XziQCJxbeh1UO1rBnNOb-/s1024/14.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuN5MmdRGxLIJxQZb-RST47HaNbNXj8e83FN_ezgBXfbqMufYBeh3JB_4OGb-RwFNOi9lM9ltfsPx_y0EK0FqyFKFu-ny-6bUO6EA9cbzhZ1WLyN8XziQCJxbeh1UO1rBnNOb-/s320/14.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We bypassed the farm, crossed a
field and descended into a little wooded dell to cross a stream.
Colin found a log where we sat and enjoyed our lunch. Just as we
were commenting that we were on our own, we were passed by several
other walkers. Two ladies who stopped to chat told us that after
they had crossed Black Bridge a local lady told them of a different
way up the hill away from the road. We wished we had met that local
lady!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1HDvhEuVJMfqsP1l06PtrT0Nm593N1vHUw7KiUhoLDk2K7mdF7kWS1qdO7pwnmRoMYwvgLzEvITNOjGF5L5DoqFDr_gNMpNr91_lLb4TqLHry4PXGA9yXwRqzgrCMfdRcZRr/s1024/15.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1HDvhEuVJMfqsP1l06PtrT0Nm593N1vHUw7KiUhoLDk2K7mdF7kWS1qdO7pwnmRoMYwvgLzEvITNOjGF5L5DoqFDr_gNMpNr91_lLb4TqLHry4PXGA9yXwRqzgrCMfdRcZRr/w400-h300/15.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The
path was well defined from there all the way to Hazelbeach. We were
passing a lot of industrial constructions, all to do with the oil
terminal. But, like the path between St Ishmael's and Milford Haven,
it was a lot greener than we had anticipated. In fact, it was
generally a most enjoyable Walk.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXImxHPtpQOBxgv0DGU5nJqcm0ZW0v0_DNgmCnqVe2jsvPe67u0CnG0g7iXJwOTvr_bCBknDNWh4yjila6b9LWHQuJTcPbDfhOPcwjGcAPQSompO8fc5u27tLSdrcYjg4FQqRN/s1024/17.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXImxHPtpQOBxgv0DGU5nJqcm0ZW0v0_DNgmCnqVe2jsvPe67u0CnG0g7iXJwOTvr_bCBknDNWh4yjila6b9LWHQuJTcPbDfhOPcwjGcAPQSompO8fc5u27tLSdrcYjg4FQqRN/w400-h300/17.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We came to a metal tunnel which was
a bridge across a chasm. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">(We
were grateful for that, we didn't have to descend into the chasm and
climb out the other side!)</span></i></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvyAbG3woYYYiR4bbVw-gf-gb7rTZqLGbbSuo8AJ1CfmV0c7WzN4NITa0ppApxQ-0d6_Re4sjyF0MuA_zKMbB3LdwH2u5AR7T53zlomnYMuOex3Zr9nvQISvu9U_HEFEUrCir/s1024/18.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvyAbG3woYYYiR4bbVw-gf-gb7rTZqLGbbSuo8AJ1CfmV0c7WzN4NITa0ppApxQ-0d6_Re4sjyF0MuA_zKMbB3LdwH2u5AR7T53zlomnYMuOex3Zr9nvQISvu9U_HEFEUrCir/w400-h300/18.+C+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> </span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioe7gT1Vq29UlBtyxdRjWvY8b7kOb92QXThNsx6cW_aupHbh8NW2SU_43pH7ERjjpr-SKWSKnNVsOdKJ5wumDNYxrXmtbg1M2wNilFNVdXYGOdi6qLJzk9X89F9xT2G0BX5WqJ/s1024/21.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioe7gT1Vq29UlBtyxdRjWvY8b7kOb92QXThNsx6cW_aupHbh8NW2SU_43pH7ERjjpr-SKWSKnNVsOdKJ5wumDNYxrXmtbg1M2wNilFNVdXYGOdi6qLJzk9X89F9xT2G0BX5WqJ/w200-h150/21.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">We
came to a metal bridge across numerous pipes which take in the oil
from the tankers at the jetties — </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">but
there were no tankers there today.</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
It's a good job neither of us are bothered by heights — looking
straight down at the 'floor' of the bridge we could see a long way
down and it was like walking on nothing!</span></span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NdOdSPcr1DmGDpH0qes1FvYwjn2ckPljEf5_fGCsLfnWWsHJIPw-fVEfYMqxCfQmsOyaM5ayJXhytR9Zv8QBLliTs6ewyMeFuQK8AYzhlnomUO0tTT_XkjUmDl5LYotcUbjf/s1024/20.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NdOdSPcr1DmGDpH0qes1FvYwjn2ckPljEf5_fGCsLfnWWsHJIPw-fVEfYMqxCfQmsOyaM5ayJXhytR9Zv8QBLliTs6ewyMeFuQK8AYzhlnomUO0tTT_XkjUmDl5LYotcUbjf/s320/20.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>An Irish ferry passed as we
were doing this, reminding us that we once caught a ferry from
Pembroke Dock to explore Ireland, in 2000 I think it was. A third
bridge was high up over a private road which was inside the oil
terminal complex, and again this bridge had an 'invisible' floor.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We met several hikers going in
both directions. A couple of men stopped to chat for about ten
minutes. We were swapping our experiences of the Wales Coastal Path.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDv2rAWgzQcTQMt6IjkTWDNsW3fWupyvgntXS9mwJVeqeyrXP9HGvkG-TX6lODFntijgpSRf3novoyBDLvgCNBMFPkENQRdRgLgGrhAlSM53rjIbxKHlk-w-Og-vUN35oUTBv/s1024/22.+Milford+Haven.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDv2rAWgzQcTQMt6IjkTWDNsW3fWupyvgntXS9mwJVeqeyrXP9HGvkG-TX6lODFntijgpSRf3novoyBDLvgCNBMFPkENQRdRgLgGrhAlSM53rjIbxKHlk-w-Og-vUN35oUTBv/s320/22.+Milford+Haven.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We stopped in a little dell where someone had previously lit a
campfire. There were logs to sit on, so we had a rest and a snack.
We had to climb out of there, but the way was through a lovely wood.
Eventually we came to Hazelbeach.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0unHbtLFDO7O7wX5d0AHG7Ds1vYBu9ExlBhtZP9PUHFKzTkYDQ1HzxhcfWCtPuRjNwXfw811EL3DR426kMtVdRN_yoL7dGDy8R4XERSYkVFRm0xtsqvhIb_UjU3oo60ZayNs/s1024/23.+Hazelbeach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0unHbtLFDO7O7wX5d0AHG7Ds1vYBu9ExlBhtZP9PUHFKzTkYDQ1HzxhcfWCtPuRjNwXfw811EL3DR426kMtVdRN_yoL7dGDy8R4XERSYkVFRm0xtsqvhIb_UjU3oo60ZayNs/w400-h300/23.+Hazelbeach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Hazelbeach is a lovely little
village. There were several pairs of swans on the mud, some had very
young cygnets alongside.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bmm-Xlv6nY4VV9oVVpy55hY9uC2CV1zVAal9hjkgDMoXUBx2648tiTQTLYFF-4ZJNdz6iYd8U1lRdgSZt89fxZlj69wKZxf7CZuxm_UWsiglwDDctWNzkznWwIV_hlZIRngw/s1024/24.+Hazelbeach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bmm-Xlv6nY4VV9oVVpy55hY9uC2CV1zVAal9hjkgDMoXUBx2648tiTQTLYFF-4ZJNdz6iYd8U1lRdgSZt89fxZlj69wKZxf7CZuxm_UWsiglwDDctWNzkznWwIV_hlZIRngw/w400-h300/24.+Hazelbeach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There were geese with goslings in the
stream, and the male goose had the colouring of a mallard duck!</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LdSKOQmOsFCp0o5x5RrX1gdkRetyv1f8r4N5QvFv_pGh4Zd1IlUOXyb4KBhTDr1Dv9odyJMgqzMsGkWVPhyd0PM910ffd5whcRsgr56srKrgzHFqeMhBozxGZw2jmPmJkyUH/s1024/25.+Hazelbeach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LdSKOQmOsFCp0o5x5RrX1gdkRetyv1f8r4N5QvFv_pGh4Zd1IlUOXyb4KBhTDr1Dv9odyJMgqzMsGkWVPhyd0PM910ffd5whcRsgr56srKrgzHFqeMhBozxGZw2jmPmJkyUH/w400-h300/25.+Hazelbeach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We
walked along a lane in front of and between houses. We passed an old
church, and someone had a large rusty mangle, laundry size, outside
their house.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKT5-wtCyRGtTM-T5a0vu20x5i9_Sv74FG9DbeSiK6fdwjC7z4NZfox_oiRmOF4kWXrwobjLJEikbgeKnBKy_4n7D4Pt43BY7XWeBJs-iqBXfKDdhINJ8rxU9fRPDGOLQ1XHCL/s1024/28.+Hazelbeach.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKT5-wtCyRGtTM-T5a0vu20x5i9_Sv74FG9DbeSiK6fdwjC7z4NZfox_oiRmOF4kWXrwobjLJEikbgeKnBKy_4n7D4Pt43BY7XWeBJs-iqBXfKDdhINJ8rxU9fRPDGOLQ1XHCL/w200-h150/28.+Hazelbeach.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We came to a mainer road with
more traffic, but it had pavements. On the mud there were more swans
with cygnets. When the road turned inland away from the shore, we
left it to go into a large car park so that we could stay on the
waterfront.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOIpM_A7YRjrs3GiTPzhg4aZHHd7b2bDj2VHgQ0xvdb8eHlFHi1RpKEbdCVabQpWUCMTMxJ-2g8nKsG8jFTBwAxUoIT4giBTS66PyBw_PcSNcszW4Ts2OxRo1G3cCCkG1EAyH/s1024/29.+Neyland.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOIpM_A7YRjrs3GiTPzhg4aZHHd7b2bDj2VHgQ0xvdb8eHlFHi1RpKEbdCVabQpWUCMTMxJ-2g8nKsG8jFTBwAxUoIT4giBTS66PyBw_PcSNcszW4Ts2OxRo1G3cCCkG1EAyH/w240-h320/29.+Neyland.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>There we came across a statue of Isambard Kingdom
Brunel. We were both very weary by then and wished the Walk was
over. But it wasn't, we still had to cross the river. To do this we
had to get up on to not one, but two high bridges. We could see both
these bridges from the little park where we were standing, but how
could we get up there? According to our 30 year old OS map we walk
alongside the river for about a mile until we have gone under the
first high bridge. Then there is a way up the cliff to get us on to
the level of the bridge. We certainly hoped so — we were in no
mood to retrace our steps!</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFE0ejCvK5DtFgl1_NZpFGakzx9PybIfuWQ9_EaApQB_MqQZ6msTqAtpMGJQt-SA2AIgDooV9MsWE_MFFjBEiRduJW0fBAt1nekpfUdDpN5l5r1bZVda8eeHg8OojnvlaHTCG2/s1024/31.+1st+bridge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFE0ejCvK5DtFgl1_NZpFGakzx9PybIfuWQ9_EaApQB_MqQZ6msTqAtpMGJQt-SA2AIgDooV9MsWE_MFFjBEiRduJW0fBAt1nekpfUdDpN5l5r1bZVda8eeHg8OojnvlaHTCG2/w400-h300/31.+1st+bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>To add to our troubles it started
spotting with rain, but fortunately it didn't come to much.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOTs0iwGvinGGUwl4M5tSQg5cu6Pr7bEDsum-nbbfuJYctlnuYyi1aHx7J_3Mruc16I-d1fjduVVt426hZVFE5hHUmzq545-1_HRXoWaKMiy95WROTO61nW_GDJM6oMYCVbkC/s1024/30.+2nd+bridge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOTs0iwGvinGGUwl4M5tSQg5cu6Pr7bEDsum-nbbfuJYctlnuYyi1aHx7J_3Mruc16I-d1fjduVVt426hZVFE5hHUmzq545-1_HRXoWaKMiy95WROTO61nW_GDJM6oMYCVbkC/w400-h300/30.+2nd+bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, kags on, we marched through
gardens, a yacht basin with workshops and railway lines, past a pub
and onwards following a cycle path.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillnEqlwUohHhzYA-VALnNe0nN95Zb0nFCxL5vPaegwm5acC2feaqjqCTQVG-_wONA3FEkn3ATZ2HTZrP_btcl1GR3CjxHZhuErfUjwR98gtCRarfivQ8cOoAr4KQId1jhVdG_/s1024/32.+Neyland.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillnEqlwUohHhzYA-VALnNe0nN95Zb0nFCxL5vPaegwm5acC2feaqjqCTQVG-_wONA3FEkn3ATZ2HTZrP_btcl1GR3CjxHZhuErfUjwR98gtCRarfivQ8cOoAr4KQId1jhVdG_/w400-h300/32.+Neyland.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>All the while we couldn't see
any sign of a way up the cliff to the level of the bridges. But sure
enough, about two hundred yards beyond the first bridge a little
yellow arrow on a post pointed to a narrow path up through the
bushes.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizkxSwkRcivyNM8kMvoIUai7VsGjCfj3M3KDQOTCtZt8dnRdi6SZ3INDZwKonymbGLAd9gwzLhRAUJZ7vuxmSwqvp7tpTHTVyuoNmZQ8LgHlZkB1kAiPlEwV20IqJLUmAKW9gB/s1024/33.+1st+bridge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizkxSwkRcivyNM8kMvoIUai7VsGjCfj3M3KDQOTCtZt8dnRdi6SZ3INDZwKonymbGLAd9gwzLhRAUJZ7vuxmSwqvp7tpTHTVyuoNmZQ8LgHlZkB1kAiPlEwV20IqJLUmAKW9gB/w400-h300/33.+1st+bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It wasn't too steep because it zigzagged and there were some
steps — <i><b>and it got us up to the level of the bridges!</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8okFjz6ID2nNZOqRYBE8d-h5RXsQwA5NCj77XN-UQvRxUZ-nw32LIPjl2O6XpkdVGMc3zLgAGxGpDWW8Zf7LlDNyJC_E1l3elt_ZACvNMUr8x_nRPh8hBXINWrVoTOfrXszJ/s1024/34.+R+crossing+1st+bridge.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8okFjz6ID2nNZOqRYBE8d-h5RXsQwA5NCj77XN-UQvRxUZ-nw32LIPjl2O6XpkdVGMc3zLgAGxGpDWW8Zf7LlDNyJC_E1l3elt_ZACvNMUr8x_nRPh8hBXINWrVoTOfrXszJ/w200-h150/34.+R+crossing+1st+bridge.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>It was a bit hairy crossing the
road when we got to the top because there was no central island and
the traffic was coming thick and fast in both directions. But we
eventually found a gap and crossed quickly alongside a cyclist. The
views from the first bridge were spectacular. There were a lot of
yachts moored in the river.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmEgZDNhNyWUpZMK-hxKm5yU2gmv22bOAeBQbwQRWPhpF_Tp8C6w40n92pWlUeJ_SI3FImP5vrL0nK3qE1hQtei5Rpa6g9AKOqwPbyi7JGKXOr_nXOXCbPD6fM5oU5Z-D_D62/s1024/35.+View+from+1st+bridge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmEgZDNhNyWUpZMK-hxKm5yU2gmv22bOAeBQbwQRWPhpF_Tp8C6w40n92pWlUeJ_SI3FImP5vrL0nK3qE1hQtei5Rpa6g9AKOqwPbyi7JGKXOr_nXOXCbPD6fM5oU5Z-D_D62/w400-h300/35.+View+from+1st+bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Then we had a long dull and noisy
(traffic noise) walk to the second bridge. This one was longer as it
crossed the main river and led into Pembroke Dock. It is half a mile
long and was opened in 1975. Before that there was a ferry if you
wanted to save a 28 mile detour. The views from this bridge were
more of an industrial nature.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0B-XeGNyn-_z5AfzuRq62Y8RVAhEm8K3MxyFLGXAy58z0Ua_kQXfY79ihbode2DzRnmFj92qJo7HRCjCPUbo39jMN-C-NJsuyCy7St2xel2Zvta-SUyMfvEtxPCPjAPLLp_Fu/s1024/36.+View+from+2nd+bridge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0B-XeGNyn-_z5AfzuRq62Y8RVAhEm8K3MxyFLGXAy58z0Ua_kQXfY79ihbode2DzRnmFj92qJo7HRCjCPUbo39jMN-C-NJsuyCy7St2xel2Zvta-SUyMfvEtxPCPjAPLLp_Fu/w400-h300/36.+View+from+2nd+bridge.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There are now no tolls to cross this
bridge although we know there used to be — we have paid them in the
past. The toll booths were still there when we crossed, there were
notices on the approach saying “no tolls ahead” and there were
stop signs still painted on the road. All this made us think that
the tolls had only recently been stopped.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoEPcyu01oNqllrBf2943WMd_WxQbLhGnACFYGtThA_HxXHcbiOfsla3RhRYG_lF0L1mx5_WtE1piiS_NJ-eEmg0bDToBKOV0BxF-atvVBN-RzKZn6JQYbILDxzTF5G6qChoQ/s1024/37.+Pembroke+Dock.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoEPcyu01oNqllrBf2943WMd_WxQbLhGnACFYGtThA_HxXHcbiOfsla3RhRYG_lF0L1mx5_WtE1piiS_NJ-eEmg0bDToBKOV0BxF-atvVBN-RzKZn6JQYbILDxzTF5G6qChoQ/s320/37.+Pembroke+Dock.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The first thing we passed after
crossing the bridge was a burnt out hotel! It was a one-storey
rambling building, and what was strange was that the fire seems to
have been in lots of different parts of the building. There seemed
to have been lots of little fires, not just one great big one. The
property was fenced off.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We came to a roundabout, and
noticed a lot of traffic was turning into an estate instead of using
the main road. We wondered if it was a 'rat-run', a short cut into
Pembroke Dock. If it went through it would mean we only had to walk
along one side of a triangle instead of two. We looked at our OS
map, but the area was marked as a mish-mash of industrial buildings
and was obviously completely out of date. We decided to take the
risk — <i><b>and it paid off!</b></i> We emerged at a roundabout
just down the road from the station, and we soon got to our car
parked in the street opposite.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk
no.386, we shall pick up Walk no.387 next time near Pembroke Dock
railway station. It was quarter to seven, so the Walk had taken us
eight hours. We got in the car and drove straight back to our
caravan.</span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-73164366700847848292017-09-20T20:30:00.095+01:002021-02-27T21:26:18.956+00:00Walk 385 -- St Ishmael's to Milford Haven<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="color: #20124d;">Ages: Colin was 75 years and 135 days. Rosemary was 72 years and
277 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather: Wet and windy, but not cold.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location: St Ishmael’s to Milford Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:
7 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total distance: 3931 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain: Gently undulating clifftop paths, tarmacked latterly. Some
pavement-bashing in Milford Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide: Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i> </i>No.453, Sandy Haven Pill.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing
gates: Nos.940, 941, 942 and 943 near Sandy Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:
The Taberna Inn at Herbrandston which we visited after we had
finished the Walk. Colin drank Purple Moose “Elderflower Ale”
and Tomos Watkin “Pecker Wrecker”. I had Thatchers cider, and we
both had a very nice meal.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’
properties: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris
wheels: None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:
None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How we
got there and back: We were caravanning near Whitesands Beach. This
morning we drove to Milford Haven where we parked in the retail park
very near Tesco. From there we caught a bus to St Ishmael’s where
we alighted by the toilet block and children’s playground where we
finished the Walk two days ago.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At the
end we came to the car which was parked just by the bridge. It was
pelting down with rain, so Colin moved the car under the bridge for
shelter while he did the teas. I asked, “Where has the river
gone?” because I noticed the bridge was over a car park with no
sign of the river! We realised that the whole river valley had been
culverted to build the retail park which was vast! We drove to
Herbrandston where we warmed and dried ourselves for several hours in
the very friendly pub. We had a lovely meal, then returned to our
caravan at Whitesands. We went home two days later.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbE3wdVl_JwsYK9VwZjqBtwzG70Wj8wOV4-BrZp2T3MRG_q3qRWn4vHMfpn_8-jUwUvgA-7ywLAmxUTER_HlScnACvI1sincidk6lPsipJ1lUo4GtPvn8Mrsrq6wyABzpFgqWF/s1024/1.+St+Ishmael%2527s+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbE3wdVl_JwsYK9VwZjqBtwzG70Wj8wOV4-BrZp2T3MRG_q3qRWn4vHMfpn_8-jUwUvgA-7ywLAmxUTER_HlScnACvI1sincidk6lPsipJ1lUo4GtPvn8Mrsrq6wyABzpFgqWF/w400-h300/1.+St+Ishmael%2527s+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">There was a children's playground at the beginning of today's Walk
which we had to walk through. So we stopped and fooled around in
there like a couple of kids.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzy28AF8TlYad9hi52w0_bSQuc2Psg58qI1y5peUA0XIkBpAmz_VVXMFxd-Oc59zjTWhw1Y83QwAKmrqwH1HJbcR8-uryI6-ccbnpcahkhR6rPb0fZsq17pngouo4PUpKvOkl/s1024/2.+St+Ishmael%2527s+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzy28AF8TlYad9hi52w0_bSQuc2Psg58qI1y5peUA0XIkBpAmz_VVXMFxd-Oc59zjTWhw1Y83QwAKmrqwH1HJbcR8-uryI6-ccbnpcahkhR6rPb0fZsq17pngouo4PUpKvOkl/w400-h300/2.+St+Ishmael%2527s+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We walked on alongside a cricket field
as it started to rain. We got to the far corner where it was windy
and realised this was serious, by no means a passing shower. So we
returned to a rusty shelter which we had just passed and there put
our cameras away. That is why there are so few pictures taken on
this Walk. We donned wet-weather gear and ate our pies. Then we
strode bravely out into fine misty rain and a high wind. Fortunately
this wind was blowing in from the sea so we didn't get blown off the
cliff!</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">It was most unpleasant, but we plodded along. We came to the seat
which we'd originally planned to sit on and eat our pies — we knew
it was there because we had seen it on a map in the playground. It
was <i><b>horrible</b></i> there in that weather, how glad we were
that we'd used the shelter in the cricket ground! We plodded on.
Our only saving grace was occasional high hedges which shielded us,
the path was actually dry behind some of them. We'd stand behind a
hedge for a bit of a breather, then we'd stride out towards the next
one to get in its shelter as quickly as we could.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwNRx_P-pltnFuoHCJ88AICv13HRuvu_x7ypY7PbNSagMSQ7y72_OOQxb2xC7DgHDvZL9tTh3hf9d-6dflgTnKvF2CnU84dz2ceB8JM7UqxaTUDS2SMOLo_vmVT0_MOSLUs-F/s1024/3.+Looking+ahead+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwNRx_P-pltnFuoHCJ88AICv13HRuvu_x7ypY7PbNSagMSQ7y72_OOQxb2xC7DgHDvZL9tTh3hf9d-6dflgTnKvF2CnU84dz2ceB8JM7UqxaTUDS2SMOLo_vmVT0_MOSLUs-F/w400-h300/3.+Looking+ahead+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>As we approached Great Castle Head the rain eased off, so I got out
my camera and took a few pictures. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXPX8z0iY91V6le8RN-2vknOKFmoSe1ZoCHGCRUBfNOWeyQlJADP22Hb7em3qGF0ykSGyLG3vkuF4M_-lTbQmVvJhQEe3fm8C6rMQ306lIwD8RHbZXEEA7I6jTD7bs670k1Ft-/s1024/4.+Oil+terminal+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXPX8z0iY91V6le8RN-2vknOKFmoSe1ZoCHGCRUBfNOWeyQlJADP22Hb7em3qGF0ykSGyLG3vkuF4M_-lTbQmVvJhQEe3fm8C6rMQ306lIwD8RHbZXEEA7I6jTD7bs670k1Ft-/w400-h300/4.+Oil+terminal+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>But before we got to Sandy Haven
it started up with a vengeance, so the camera went away again.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYmUh00NUzJaVnT4vjs7O4CDYAktLsoivgUW9_wjcpMZrQ86NOW8mV_agjuRgve3tWiCXf50DsREaXhhsZ9hVya8Iq6berNKa3gYeXGO_ZmTL9yw37uQ3eeYbZPDnXdvLLIOF/s1024/5.+Rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYmUh00NUzJaVnT4vjs7O4CDYAktLsoivgUW9_wjcpMZrQ86NOW8mV_agjuRgve3tWiCXf50DsREaXhhsZ9hVya8Iq6berNKa3gYeXGO_ZmTL9yw37uQ3eeYbZPDnXdvLLIOF/w400-h300/5.+Rocks.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The
path took us through woods which would have been lovely if the
weather had been sunny.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWP_A-Szs0oOOtb7agbfEFSansXaUvSWwyK0gVXF8DawhvdEdyHKeOaoEqKYUUkRnbv9J3nvHhFIJwimV-AKr3Rn6n0XoB-rs305rBcoGzinymWAxyWfnD8SCIVkhK3vssYhxJ/s1024/6.+R+on+path.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWP_A-Szs0oOOtb7agbfEFSansXaUvSWwyK0gVXF8DawhvdEdyHKeOaoEqKYUUkRnbv9J3nvHhFIJwimV-AKr3Rn6n0XoB-rs305rBcoGzinymWAxyWfnD8SCIVkhK3vssYhxJ/w480-h640/6.+R+on+path.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>But it wasn't, it was drippy and slippery
with lots of ups and downs and roots to trip us up. Tricky!</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvnUFv9Eh372u0fsHQp0_89-Gs93U7gilFsaxtMVYlIBQRNfrnQpDQ_IA2SFLTQmlojqFswi__c0hxOzEN_FKXw_HOHH5-CYTIwSmoB-Axrk4zo8PAdkiACZM_WZLU8Imyt5a/s1024/7.+Aerial+tower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvnUFv9Eh372u0fsHQp0_89-Gs93U7gilFsaxtMVYlIBQRNfrnQpDQ_IA2SFLTQmlojqFswi__c0hxOzEN_FKXw_HOHH5-CYTIwSmoB-Axrk4zo8PAdkiACZM_WZLU8Imyt5a/w480-h640/7.+Aerial+tower.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>But we
did it without mishap and got safely down to the road at Sandy Haven.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNHu1OOz0cvPqJfraIpoPlY3xxyGxI7gt5ebqwbt36-vNuFQlgkIZsVUMdzkK3NLNLqcXB5HczTjIgV5YDEWwV633R2bV6e-DuQzpFi9K6HVbKOHDMqrTOLYa7HEQuFDb_XWg/s1024/8.+Geology.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNHu1OOz0cvPqJfraIpoPlY3xxyGxI7gt5ebqwbt36-vNuFQlgkIZsVUMdzkK3NLNLqcXB5HczTjIgV5YDEWwV633R2bV6e-DuQzpFi9K6HVbKOHDMqrTOLYa7HEQuFDb_XWg/w400-h300/8.+Geology.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Before the woods we were passed by a couple of blokes with a dog.
Then, as we walked down to the 'bridge' at Sandy Haven we were passed
by a foreign couple. They were the only hikers we met on this crazy
day, apart from a single bloke who caught us up at Gelliswick Bay.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">When we arrived at Sandy Haven the tide was right out — we had
planned this one, unlike at Dale. We crossed safely despite the
slippery mud on the other side. We breathed a sigh of relief because
the high-tide route would have been four miles extra. It was early
to be thinking about lunch, but I was concerned that we wouldn't find
a sheltered spot to eat our rolls. So we sat on the rocks at the
bottom of the eastern ramp where we were completely sheltered from
the wind and pretty much from the rain by overhanging trees. From
there we could see the rain sweeping in waves across the 'bridge'
while we were chomping.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxoddJr-2Qag9AMJswablrvkizd6n2cLfHhji0RE2WhJlbY1E3urKZhYYtPb9Jpbb11LbgWbV2bXlcnfgYMcyQ8agqOr_IBf1zPp_7jiPmkRMSzbPUlsaRUl0Q5pcChJKL4Ot/s1024/9.+Sandy+Haven.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxoddJr-2Qag9AMJswablrvkizd6n2cLfHhji0RE2WhJlbY1E3urKZhYYtPb9Jpbb11LbgWbV2bXlcnfgYMcyQ8agqOr_IBf1zPp_7jiPmkRMSzbPUlsaRUl0Q5pcChJKL4Ot/w400-h300/9.+Sandy+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The photos we took when we recced the
crossing on a sunny day back in June will have to do.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmE1WDc2KkyDue4YkVNOO8w1Y4B6vCM4JkifhZHrIQKEcNcMKXZkNfDMTuxu3iSDnd6I4H5ejunrgsSE-GdWe1lVSnlI8RAo0I7Y84qV-38s0O6eLsIe4YY6909CxXEZ453XuW/s1024/10.+Sandy+Haven.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmE1WDc2KkyDue4YkVNOO8w1Y4B6vCM4JkifhZHrIQKEcNcMKXZkNfDMTuxu3iSDnd6I4H5ejunrgsSE-GdWe1lVSnlI8RAo0I7Y84qV-38s0O6eLsIe4YY6909CxXEZ453XuW/w400-h300/10.+Sandy+Haven.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We wondered whether it was safe to carry on because it looked from
the map as if the path would be very exposed. We discussed our
options, and decided in the end to risk it and continue. We walked
through a deserted caravan site (when are these caravans actually
used?) and then past a very exposed picnic site where I'd originally
planned to stop for lunch. Onwards to the top of the cliffs. It
wasn't as bad as we expected because a lot of the path was protected
by high hedges on the cliff side. Colin risked his camera to take a
picture of a fort on an island, which had intrigued him.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMn5lEBc2PpYRhGQV6ykfMNbARq2YYE9DKzDa8i98-0C7L8csIoq36NurRo0J3RS_Jl86ekpc13w0tA2pIa1bgQm8rcQTUJaky0AbO9z78VsMcC8Tt90uj3GahNHI2DMytmmf/s1024/11.+Fort.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMn5lEBc2PpYRhGQV6ykfMNbARq2YYE9DKzDa8i98-0C7L8csIoq36NurRo0J3RS_Jl86ekpc13w0tA2pIa1bgQm8rcQTUJaky0AbO9z78VsMcC8Tt90uj3GahNHI2DMytmmf/w400-h300/11.+Fort.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were not aware that we were walking alongside an oil terminal —
if we hadn't seen it on the map we wouldn't have known. We caught
the occasional glimpse of a high barbed-wire-topped fence. A lot of
the terminal was hidden behind brambles, hedges etc. It was very
'Green'.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We saw a long jetty ahead, and noticed a vehicle driving down the
length of it. As we got nearer we realised the path went down
underneath it. We sat on the concrete steps leading down under it.
I needed the rest, I had found it hard work walking in all that wind
and rain. We were relatively sheltered there, so we ate our
chocolate. Under the jetty we were out of the rain, so I got out my
camera and took a picture of the underside of the jetty. The
only time we were on beach sand today was when we were under that
jetty.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7jWfjMvwbK7Q0VGeCm8a_CKW9lUFhpe7S55ueu5wRUlNZ7O8TqcB850Hc6jr35bwYlX1T2i6-ACoObcJDC8bDW6iWyvMU_3BQPPdCFAyE6uj9xAPYPsPgqjenBsxBdZhGFTq/s1024/12.+Under+the+jetty.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7jWfjMvwbK7Q0VGeCm8a_CKW9lUFhpe7S55ueu5wRUlNZ7O8TqcB850Hc6jr35bwYlX1T2i6-ACoObcJDC8bDW6iWyvMU_3BQPPdCFAyE6uj9xAPYPsPgqjenBsxBdZhGFTq/w400-h300/12.+Under+the+jetty.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There was a flight of steep steps out of it, and from thereon the
path was tarmacked. We suspected it was once a road, and it did turn
into a road later on when houses began to appear on the left-hand
side. We couldn't see a second jetty which was marked on the map
because it was heavily shielded by hedges and a wood on the
right-hand side.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Gelliswick Bay looked nice — at least it would have done if the
weather had been good. It looked pretty grim today. The ladies
toilet was closed (had it been vandalised?) but the gents was OK and
so was the disabled — good job I've got a <span style="font-size: x-small;">RADAR </span><span style="font-size: small;">key!
We went up the steps on the other side of the bay, then through a
housing estate and a residential area to the bridge in Milford Haven.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended Walk no.385, we shall pick up Walk no.386
next time on the river bridge in Milford Haven. It was quarter past
three, so the Walk had taken us five hours and twenty-five minutes.
It was pelting down with rain, so Colin moved the car under the
bridge for shelter while he did the teas. I asked, “Where has the
river gone?” because I noticed the bridge was over a car park with
no sign of the river! We realised that the whole river valley had
been culverted to build the retail park which was vast! We drove to
Herbrandston where we warmed and dried ourselves for several hours in
the very friendly pub. We had a lovely meal, then returned to our
caravan at Whitesands.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Two days later we fully intended walking from Milford
Haven to Pembroke Dock. But the weather forecast was for rain from
mid-afternoon. Colin said, <i>“We really ought to take the awning
down now while it is dry, and do the Walk later.”</i> I said, <i>“OK
then. The bus we are catching today is an hourly service so we can
always catch a later one.”</i> As we took the awning down the rain
started — and it was only nine o’clock. So much for weather
forecasts! Having folded up the soggy awning, we looked at each
other soaking wet in the rain and agreed, “Let’s b****r off
home!” And so we did, a day earlier than intended and through
monsoon-like rain!</span></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-57910013255581987662017-09-18T16:48:00.167+01:002021-02-20T18:22:29.448+00:00Walk 384 -- West Dale to St Ishmael's<div style="text-align: justify;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]--><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 133 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 275 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Gentle breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly sunny,
getting quite warm later.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>West Dale to St Ishmael’s.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>11 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3924 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cliff
top paths, undulating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quiet roads,
slightly undulating.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out,
coming in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Too far in when we needed it
to be out!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>No.452, Afon Dale (my name for it because
it wasn’t named on the map).</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos.936, 937, 938 and 939 around St Ann’s Head.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Griffin Inn in Dale where Colin drank
Evan Evans “Cwrw Haf 40” and I had a shandy.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No.84 near Dale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We couldn’t get across the river because the
tide was too far in, so we had to go round by road which was further and
boring!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
caravanning near Whitesands
Beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning we drove to St Ishmael’s where
we parked by a toilet block and children’s playground on the edge of the
village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We caught the bus from there to
Dale where we alighted near the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>From there we walked westwards down through the sugar beet field to the
coast path.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we came to the car having just walked through St Ishmael’s
village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had our tea and chocolate
biscuits, then returned to our caravan at Whitesands.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGwYMbOEb7Qid0lPtLLi7r2FJTBlwib_mWnzVdKQxMAFR8XlZypV8b7S6XOETAgGtgz_naSL8c_OvgQ2xuYCSsi5Vb_it4KvrppkpM_VjfiWU_WOQxmDxlqekmG2NZmZFnjnJ/s1024/1.+West+Dale+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGwYMbOEb7Qid0lPtLLi7r2FJTBlwib_mWnzVdKQxMAFR8XlZypV8b7S6XOETAgGtgz_naSL8c_OvgQ2xuYCSsi5Vb_it4KvrppkpM_VjfiWU_WOQxmDxlqekmG2NZmZFnjnJ/w400-h300/1.+West+Dale+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>At the beginning of this Walk we had to climb a lot of steps up a hill,
but when we got to the top it remained pretty level all the way through to St Ann’s Head.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillvycwK8HpFtwbhOhQUbrbo4Z2XVhR10dF9ju_zvcUpbkcKDbTUWIbYvqi4VeRpP0S5bk8iNyF4rmRZYBxej59n3P36oKqivHB49ecBx-cfTBXFHQrWpjmXGZovjAIn_sFUjR/s1024/4.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillvycwK8HpFtwbhOhQUbrbo4Z2XVhR10dF9ju_zvcUpbkcKDbTUWIbYvqi4VeRpP0S5bk8iNyF4rmRZYBxej59n3P36oKqivHB49ecBx-cfTBXFHQrWpjmXGZovjAIn_sFUjR/w400-h300/4.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We didn’t meet very many people until after
we had passed St Ann’s
Head.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYtasqjn6eW8Ui-GVtdvp9O_jYa04H0Tnr_PRolg0gpZ-FQ6Cguw0V4Pkk0HaDWcFV0quqYuFOWw9DRK-nCAosb1-lEU3791hqPCVEhUoeYWK3Cs9wbYNqG1W9DPMoxuM5Mfj/s1024/5.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYtasqjn6eW8Ui-GVtdvp9O_jYa04H0Tnr_PRolg0gpZ-FQ6Cguw0V4Pkk0HaDWcFV0quqYuFOWw9DRK-nCAosb1-lEU3791hqPCVEhUoeYWK3Cs9wbYNqG1W9DPMoxuM5Mfj/w400-h300/5.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were enthralled by the geology
in the cliffs, every corner we turned opened a new vista.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIj2KGHFUmRptz9GF1A7oxm8yb7l_47cxlQGdD1YBuoU4rHscmzcftLxCdauBkmnv7WDTVFKuVh7AWZlV9oJqVFSpRcm_1BCVF8oh3RSmzstuI_LiZnEpqT69ex4lU7vGhFsQ/s1024/8.+Rocks+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIj2KGHFUmRptz9GF1A7oxm8yb7l_47cxlQGdD1YBuoU4rHscmzcftLxCdauBkmnv7WDTVFKuVh7AWZlV9oJqVFSpRcm_1BCVF8oh3RSmzstuI_LiZnEpqT69ex4lU7vGhFsQ/w400-h300/8.+Rocks+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We sat on a rock to eat our pies and soak in
the wonderful views.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HJE2is0ji-6f34te_rC1imrYRP4miftPmrZU9-OPLB6618lvjhIpadJOjDQDPDm9ilYjrDEj2-StTEGtDTc0AZeyisKHs2el96hwABpfo0L5Lbf2tEvVHSWJOZImmdIygJVf/s1024/7.+St+Ann%2527s+Head+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HJE2is0ji-6f34te_rC1imrYRP4miftPmrZU9-OPLB6618lvjhIpadJOjDQDPDm9ilYjrDEj2-StTEGtDTc0AZeyisKHs2el96hwABpfo0L5Lbf2tEvVHSWJOZImmdIygJVf/w400-h300/7.+St+Ann%2527s+Head+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">As we approached St Ann’s
Head there were a plethora of notices reminding us that it was private property
and “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">keep
to the footpath</i></b>”—<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">YES SIR!</i></b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVJ6Ck6Fm5SEfUIfmZRaTuQXI2qGAvE-P59gZSHTR7JmSzbhiqtzJlKAfOOLs6yl3Hlgx1O0y2t6qeRl_wUsV2oXJ61_v7l7cVldYg0Dy_4zVWyp60XPr27w_g_sxcjlgXt1x/s1024/11.+Lighthouse+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVJ6Ck6Fm5SEfUIfmZRaTuQXI2qGAvE-P59gZSHTR7JmSzbhiqtzJlKAfOOLs6yl3Hlgx1O0y2t6qeRl_wUsV2oXJ61_v7l7cVldYg0Dy_4zVWyp60XPr27w_g_sxcjlgXt1x/w400-h300/11.+Lighthouse+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We passed the old lighthouse building and
followed a not-very-obvious signpost pointing to a viewpoint along a narrow
fenced path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We remembered coming here
with the U3A Geology group in 2011.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our
coach parked by the lighthouse building, and we may well have missed the
signpost today if we hadn’t remembered coming here back then.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvFVEFaIsEhl6A9bS_Y1AcnAtU2y88ejp7mt5oun67MeJR50T8StfxYTLStjmBSW9OW8vJWB2kMvZM7w_OTgQepPm4k5c04J4wgdZBAgY-vsEIJtN7Qk2HsyLBF4W_QYQmpBq/s1024/10.+Rocks+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvFVEFaIsEhl6A9bS_Y1AcnAtU2y88ejp7mt5oun67MeJR50T8StfxYTLStjmBSW9OW8vJWB2kMvZM7w_OTgQepPm4k5c04J4wgdZBAgY-vsEIJtN7Qk2HsyLBF4W_QYQmpBq/w200-h150/10.+Rocks+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>It didn’t look very much from the signpost,
but just round the corner we came to view a spectacularly folded cliff
face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember it was extremely windy
when we came here six years ago, and I didn’t feel safe. I took a quick photo
whilst clutching the fence, terrified that I was going to get blown off the
cliff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I went back to wait for the
others in the coach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no such
wind today — we were able to enjoy the full spectacle in sunshine and a gentle
breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We didn’t have a professor
explaining the outcrop today, but we couldn’t hear him back then anyway because
the wind was too noisy!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88_kFOikrnUeGW66YnEei_tQSneRwAKj8gfPrTZ9grOa1cIoRVIIHIMQ0FKesrJXeS9t7PV6GR_Z5NXVuN4E1r3Cr25mBjTd0q0GDrdRDEaI6ycZLoqnLT-jg7GCpHccbxCYJ/s1024/13.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88_kFOikrnUeGW66YnEei_tQSneRwAKj8gfPrTZ9grOa1cIoRVIIHIMQ0FKesrJXeS9t7PV6GR_Z5NXVuN4E1r3Cr25mBjTd0q0GDrdRDEaI6ycZLoqnLT-jg7GCpHccbxCYJ/w400-h300/13.+Geology+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Back on the Coast Path we passed even more notices reminding us that it
was private property and “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">keep to the footpath</i></b>”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we realised the houses here are all
holiday cottages, hardly disturbing the local residents! As we left the area we
passed a walled-off rectangle that we thought might once have been
allotments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is all overgrown with
brambles now — sad!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBssv7WMN9rpoi9G8yV9CRd9SVM0Bxa_Y3Yt31tuKip6_2XdFW8pX50xCcSUNmsln4TNkeQHmJJj7EoNT3aWQTnTgrHwnIO37tjIIM6nUcJdFNQGeNjiVLJDXwa0kqnGNuZc8h/s1024/14.+Henry+Tudor+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBssv7WMN9rpoi9G8yV9CRd9SVM0Bxa_Y3Yt31tuKip6_2XdFW8pX50xCcSUNmsln4TNkeQHmJJj7EoNT3aWQTnTgrHwnIO37tjIIM6nUcJdFNQGeNjiVLJDXwa0kqnGNuZc8h/s320/14.+Henry+Tudor+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We passed a notice about Henry Tudor, the father of the infamous Henry
VIII.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">HENRY
TUDOR Earl of Richmond landed at Mill Bay
on 7 August 1485 with 55 ships and 4000 men landing at Dale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Travelling through West
Wales and gathering support, he then struck east.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On 22 August 1485 Henry defeated Richard III
at the Battle
of Bosworth, and became King Henry VII founder of the Tudor dynasty.”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never really knew where Henry Tudor came
from, nor what his claim to the throne was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I think it may have been through the female side of his family.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbkQrhfaLkXec3IYbV2-69KDUq0IX3extQPEmya2bPtFhZHqtXtfZfA3n_yVAQewr3v4V1Y93UQqYW1VP0qIhSvZguN7bhVyKCHUvYvcEenhh8nf6eM1qYHj9-cZHBc_zE2Go/s1024/15.+Cleft+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbkQrhfaLkXec3IYbV2-69KDUq0IX3extQPEmya2bPtFhZHqtXtfZfA3n_yVAQewr3v4V1Y93UQqYW1VP0qIhSvZguN7bhVyKCHUvYvcEenhh8nf6eM1qYHj9-cZHBc_zE2Go/w400-h300/15.+Cleft+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35ekRbzdHAytDLx_JH-Cs670TjYcND6gLAPjO7hU7P96kL762Y3ZKAocG5WaWfpxtLWFWldKakxOhEmSOtop89P9xDoQUHPCTxiZJ1cNMURVxQTz5uUbQc_SxuwTeC_oK_8DM/s1024/17.+Rocks+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35ekRbzdHAytDLx_JH-Cs670TjYcND6gLAPjO7hU7P96kL762Y3ZKAocG5WaWfpxtLWFWldKakxOhEmSOtop89P9xDoQUHPCTxiZJ1cNMURVxQTz5uUbQc_SxuwTeC_oK_8DM/s320/17.+Rocks+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We came to a cleft — Oh dear!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
poor knees!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we had climbed out the
other side of it we sat on a bank to eat our rolls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We carried on, walking to the end of the next
headland where there were some radio aerials.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We thought they were probably to do with navigation at the entrance to
Milford Haven — we saw a big oil tanker enter later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We could clearly see West Angle Bay across the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t seem far away, but we knew we will
have a lot of walking to do before we reach it.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzMZ19iWNPMxwszr1L5K_pSfkBTsG7GIx1MjsXJliBIimPSorGfOFWkDUCj1zS94Oq6h1BOtPFY-JPH7qYFNW3rzGioJgmKQS3N1zqOoEkG121LesMt8bUoP8CGfHWSC2RMn_/s1024/19.+West+Angle+Bay+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzMZ19iWNPMxwszr1L5K_pSfkBTsG7GIx1MjsXJliBIimPSorGfOFWkDUCj1zS94Oq6h1BOtPFY-JPH7qYFNW3rzGioJgmKQS3N1zqOoEkG121LesMt8bUoP8CGfHWSC2RMn_/w400-h300/19.+West+Angle+Bay+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7L-SAF-O8D69KHg4YryqWOR0rkyhsIRNGSCY2gwsqQodW9sTrjMFEtcouS_4ijF48IAPqBjxwYzEPckn8CxNYj2Iqa49CCfD3DUbV9myAN3dslQjPkEx9pluBnMmeyf5gj2ZZ/s1024/18.+Fort+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7L-SAF-O8D69KHg4YryqWOR0rkyhsIRNGSCY2gwsqQodW9sTrjMFEtcouS_4ijF48IAPqBjxwYzEPckn8CxNYj2Iqa49CCfD3DUbV9myAN3dslQjPkEx9pluBnMmeyf5gj2ZZ/w200-h150/18.+Fort+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We passed what looked like a fort on a little headland, and wondered
whether it was a lookout post from the Second World War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Milford Haven would have been very vulnerable
at that time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We soon came to another
cleft, but this one was gentler and not so deep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A group of students were on the beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They came up to the path just in front of us
and marched off ahead much faster because of their youth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We speculated that they were University
Geology students based at Dale Fort Field Centre, but we didn’t know.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTzfk1iC5hrsTkIGoV5EnKu65RpMEzTlyJ1qM7sIhYzY4DAyay2gjA3pve3x8sH9iEcXTUMQCIKLswuITGu-fYqTY1E9u24RZZ6wE0sSTPOQgWkKbdXkUxudYyBhyphenhyphenvIqWV2Az/s1024/20.+Sandy+Beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTzfk1iC5hrsTkIGoV5EnKu65RpMEzTlyJ1qM7sIhYzY4DAyay2gjA3pve3x8sH9iEcXTUMQCIKLswuITGu-fYqTY1E9u24RZZ6wE0sSTPOQgWkKbdXkUxudYyBhyphenhyphenvIqWV2Az/w400-h300/20.+Sandy+Beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The next headland had a tall light on it, again we thought it had a
connection with Milford Haven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two
clefts followed, but neither was too deep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The second one was in a pleasant wooded vale.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSNgdGc2zZtymfCW7cSVAx4DhXCW20hqUZGYVzuNFltCTUFeX5TIVKZbrf26VUSRZ5enjTTDFbbMLsSrJMciWghxbrtPkbKTtAS9d9FvrK2EXJA4ajl5BM3-44fzWFZnYhLfH/s1024/23.+Wooded+cleft+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSNgdGc2zZtymfCW7cSVAx4DhXCW20hqUZGYVzuNFltCTUFeX5TIVKZbrf26VUSRZ5enjTTDFbbMLsSrJMciWghxbrtPkbKTtAS9d9FvrK2EXJA4ajl5BM3-44fzWFZnYhLfH/w400-h300/23.+Wooded+cleft+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Then we walked up to the final headland which
was very narrow and ended in an ancient fort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We didn’t have to go up to the fort because it was a dead end, and when
we did try to go up there on one of our ‘rest’ days we found that it is being used as
a private field centre and inaccessible.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwNonylwp6GWqKinRGjgjwKrQg9Wn0NwvD0t_sbPWdg52z5N9B2S6TMlMnxzHr826ilXHr9Kq6mIoyI9stCcy7d8p6zzpMC8WS6ClZ_HyfahFh3h9_SiKqHroaLdj3iftfb_G/s1024/24.+Wood+carvings+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwNonylwp6GWqKinRGjgjwKrQg9Wn0NwvD0t_sbPWdg52z5N9B2S6TMlMnxzHr826ilXHr9Kq6mIoyI9stCcy7d8p6zzpMC8WS6ClZ_HyfahFh3h9_SiKqHroaLdj3iftfb_G/s320/24.+Wood+carvings+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A quiet road took us down from there into Dale village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we entered the village I glanced through a
gateway and caught sight of the face of Jesus Christ carved in wood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Intrigued, we stopped and peeped in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it was a wood workshop but out in the open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was very untidy and there was a carved
crocodile on top of the gateway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the
opposite side of the road was an open shed containing lots of faces carved in
wood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most of them reminded me of that
painting “The Scream”!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was all a bit
weird, and there was no one about.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUaAAmgMEsBr6VSDRcQ8R1mdS6KsWutns2JExpG2d8kqd-e_YYK0VNm3q9rIN0MPHC27ijHICQT_m8Ma7e_oHplgg_XISHYMXLHFlrccXfS39sxjM8hJ4szjb_0YzKw87L8OY/s1024/27.+Wood+carvings+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUaAAmgMEsBr6VSDRcQ8R1mdS6KsWutns2JExpG2d8kqd-e_YYK0VNm3q9rIN0MPHC27ijHICQT_m8Ma7e_oHplgg_XISHYMXLHFlrccXfS39sxjM8hJ4szjb_0YzKw87L8OY/w400-h300/27.+Wood+carvings+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We carried on and passed a pub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Since I was hot and tired I said to Colin, who had walked straight past,
“I fancy a shandy!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He admitted he
hadn’t previously looked up any pubs — he used to be meticulous about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went in and found it sold real ales, and
subsequently Colin discovered it <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">was</i></b> in the Beer Guide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat outside in the shade and enjoyed our
drinks.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvJXvatSIIz1nEVurf5GD_PrYfXPwN2yrNYRLWge8KBwMFc5SBkvPi3A_Y9UYaIIA-6QIKm8oujw9BPqqPAcFTF6FS50MdqEOduuIPIHth70twPiXL8KsMfnnWZRxbxgd459l/s1024/29.+Dale+village+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvJXvatSIIz1nEVurf5GD_PrYfXPwN2yrNYRLWge8KBwMFc5SBkvPi3A_Y9UYaIIA-6QIKm8oujw9BPqqPAcFTF6FS50MdqEOduuIPIHth70twPiXL8KsMfnnWZRxbxgd459l/w320-h240/29.+Dale+village+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Further on we came across a painted wooden structure for children that
was supposed to represent part of a ship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We put Thomas the Travelling Teddy on there for a photoshoot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we sat on a bench and lazily ate our
apples.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMxr4NE6xZybpF-u-CurpoQms5OUoUidFrMcErJdCxnHtffKUQZelj_cczqHVRy035JYdkSL3o9MHtg7AYzp2LUFBJbUB5zwH3oxf2NZRBYm3tBSIOUSl9MaWJlHmjFRyKBnG/s1024/31.+Teddy+on+Dale+beach+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMxr4NE6xZybpF-u-CurpoQms5OUoUidFrMcErJdCxnHtffKUQZelj_cczqHVRy035JYdkSL3o9MHtg7AYzp2LUFBJbUB5zwH3oxf2NZRBYm3tBSIOUSl9MaWJlHmjFRyKBnG/w480-h640/31.+Teddy+on+Dale+beach+.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuTAdJxjZFGe9HdVFeaHEd7Zp4c_TArcakp_ixdkHM_HB48ATYQ2qys7NjEcwuunQAOVSiUmsY3VvZMRLfqXTOeVIfH8Vx6esRZhC1GiHiG27_gYBxUOiXMLMRUsbwESuLlbV/s1024/32.+Mirror+image+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuTAdJxjZFGe9HdVFeaHEd7Zp4c_TArcakp_ixdkHM_HB48ATYQ2qys7NjEcwuunQAOVSiUmsY3VvZMRLfqXTOeVIfH8Vx6esRZhC1GiHiG27_gYBxUOiXMLMRUsbwESuLlbV/w200-h150/32.+Mirror+image+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We marched on up the road, which was quite busy, to some lime kilns,
dating from the 18<sup>th</sup> and 19<sup>th</sup> centuries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A notice told us that limestone from the
quarries by the Cresswell and Carew rivers and coal from Cresswell Quay were
transported downstream to Dale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
boats beached opposite the kilns and offloaded their cargo into carts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was then taken to the top of the kilns to
feed the furnace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Activity came to an
end over a hundred years ago.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPvgiUoTFqOHopIgHogYdkTX2YU_rlRfBZ2u-VVDiar4kWH9aJJW36eI9JqHZE7IEk5FIf0XQ3MjHUgeXFCAiMWUNHDh8TW1aFHjp__XRynay1V9CMQpXPb2NMloXq_NhUJ-V/s1024/34.+Causeway+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPvgiUoTFqOHopIgHogYdkTX2YU_rlRfBZ2u-VVDiar4kWH9aJJW36eI9JqHZE7IEk5FIf0XQ3MjHUgeXFCAiMWUNHDh8TW1aFHjp__XRynay1V9CMQpXPb2NMloXq_NhUJ-V/w400-h300/34.+Causeway+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We crossed a shingle bank to the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There is supposed to be a footbridge there, but it is submerged at high
tide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Water was already covering
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin removed his boots and waded
across to see what it was like.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoGY_IEYStgxhl6lCMKarrfJTk5wpqjy9FgG1bGrkpHuzBnpU8i0jl5qL_m3V1pxBTbHetpzYROaK-KV-F_RZT1smVC6qRo9E8xGiMD4230_kxGmdiSalcPlPE_YFhFyOu_Ns/s1024/35.+C+in+river+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoGY_IEYStgxhl6lCMKarrfJTk5wpqjy9FgG1bGrkpHuzBnpU8i0jl5qL_m3V1pxBTbHetpzYROaK-KV-F_RZT1smVC6qRo9E8xGiMD4230_kxGmdiSalcPlPE_YFhFyOu_Ns/w400-h300/35.+C+in+river+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>He got
to the other side with water up to his ankles, but when he turned round to
return he felt the pull of the current on his legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He only got back with difficulty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile the water was getting deeper and
the current stronger by the minute — we could see it happening.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYc4U0kM2s5BIXjWOBqnPHxSeftlh4VrIUzoVe1pAm6PaXGKbB7JCCEyKZL4EyqwQszU_SeKB2c6eegcKnskN1fYfHcA47mRkB8XMgSUw02jBi4X10QgomM5IIrBaDjm3eLjM/s1024/36.+C+in+river+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYc4U0kM2s5BIXjWOBqnPHxSeftlh4VrIUzoVe1pAm6PaXGKbB7JCCEyKZL4EyqwQszU_SeKB2c6eegcKnskN1fYfHcA47mRkB8XMgSUw02jBi4X10QgomM5IIrBaDjm3eLjM/w400-h300/36.+C+in+river+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were so annoyed that we had seen numerous
warnings in tourist literature about the tidal crossing at Sandy Haven, which
we will tackle on our next Walk, but none about the crossing here at Dale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If we had known, we wouldn’t have hung about
at the pub, nor sat and lazily ate our apples, nor investigated the lime
kilns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We only just missed getting
across in the dry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(The next morning, a
‘rest’ day, we returned when the tide was low and found the crossing to be well
out of the water and easy to cross.)</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnlM49i2yHGeqOdYSSrpNIzjC-gdwTQ78uc7flJzU_YoXHLbz7M_EYz3CLDdEmb06KtgecbvpZM7sYYI1_o42kbMK_qYLaCoRVntggTl5Grkz9AnWisu7bOVv61k-fi8XOeRS/s1024/37.+Low+tide+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnlM49i2yHGeqOdYSSrpNIzjC-gdwTQ78uc7flJzU_YoXHLbz7M_EYz3CLDdEmb06KtgecbvpZM7sYYI1_o42kbMK_qYLaCoRVntggTl5Grkz9AnWisu7bOVv61k-fi8XOeRS/w400-h300/37.+Low+tide+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>But today we had three options — 1. To wait for the tide to go out again,
but that would have taken at least three hours and meant finishing the Walk in
the dark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>2. To go back into Dale and
wait over an hour for the last bus back to St Ishmael’s, but then we’d still
have to do this part of the Walk another day putting our carefully planned
schedule out, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> wasting our bus
fares this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3. To walk the long
way round by road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We decided on option
3.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHP_rG7afCwdqJtZTx8bi_otesj6PTZEEL14EQAAHGH6hJRpUZa-fFeTRLshVKSynXOPoyVBKYCI54_802-jRdf5Xit8zgOqnSwz9Wv_3cL37uNPCoEE1RQQLWMEsccjC4qQV/s1024/38.+R+power+walking+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHP_rG7afCwdqJtZTx8bi_otesj6PTZEEL14EQAAHGH6hJRpUZa-fFeTRLshVKSynXOPoyVBKYCI54_802-jRdf5Xit8zgOqnSwz9Wv_3cL37uNPCoEE1RQQLWMEsccjC4qQV/w400-h300/38.+R+power+walking+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We crossed back over the shingle bank to the kilns where we sat on a seat
to eat our chocolate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we set off on
a route-march, ‘Power-Walking’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trouble
was, it got slower and less powerful all along!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We crossed the river at Mullock
Bridge, but on the old
bridge which was alongside the present road bridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were surprised at how narrow it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We didn’t walk down the other side of the
river to the point opposite Dale because we were tired and time was getting
on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we put Additional Rule 15 into
action and walked the shortest way by road to St Ishmael’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We thought it would be <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">miles</i></b> further, but it
turned out to be only an additional one and a half miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaITTOjjwyTrU0-JGS1USyffiSs2hEqPFKUZ4AZpCLubjvlvd1z-8VpTLu2Sd1uGvpKuViYMDY4bpgLvfoLe2-MS5UDe2TYsjrdPBKH0Sj12R-Bj3WRVFkrTmcHtD6PQaeVeq/s1024/39.+C+%2526+R+on+bridge+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaITTOjjwyTrU0-JGS1USyffiSs2hEqPFKUZ4AZpCLubjvlvd1z-8VpTLu2Sd1uGvpKuViYMDY4bpgLvfoLe2-MS5UDe2TYsjrdPBKH0Sj12R-Bj3WRVFkrTmcHtD6PQaeVeq/w400-h300/39.+C+%2526+R+on+bridge+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We were on quieter roads after the bridge, but it was boring!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We don’t get much pleasure through walking
along roads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Partway we were passed by a
huge empty bus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The driver stopped and
offered us a lift to the top of the village — his vehicle was too big to drive
down into St Ishmael’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it wouldn’t
have helped us much, so we thanked him and declined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We eventually arrived at the car tired, hot
and bothered at the same time as the last bus (a smaller vehicle) from
Dale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we wouldn’t have to repeat any
part of the Walk!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">That ended Walk no.384, we shall pick up Walk no.385
next time in St Ishmael’s village by the toilet block.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was twenty to seven, so the Walk had taken
us eight hours and thirty minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>We
had our tea and chocolate biscuits, then returned to our caravan at Whitesands.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"></span><br clear="all" style="break-before: page; mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">
</span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-89305120319532889022017-09-16T19:52:00.128+01:002021-02-03T21:53:57.101+00:00Walk 383 -- Marloes to West Dale<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 131 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 273 days.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Slate-grey sky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Windy at first but this died down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Light rain at the end.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marloes to West Dale.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>7½ miles.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3913 miles.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cliff
top paths.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some steep undulations, but
many were level, wide and grassy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coming
in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>None.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No.935 as we left Martins Haven.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
caravanning near Whitesands
Beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning we drove to Dale where we
managed to park for free near the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We walked into the village and had to ask where the bus stop was because
it wasn’t obvious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We caught a bus to
Marloes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After using the loos in the
village (couldn’t find the ones in Dale) we walked to the layby we had used yesterday,
then down the footpath to Black Cliff.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we turned off the coast path at West Dale and walked through a sugar
beet field to our car parked near the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After supping our tea and chocolate biscuits, we drove back to our
caravan at Whitesands in monsoon-like rain!<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsAUpKuSnmHE68P97BHFSbVDa0wcOuzlUrr5c5Be-m910o5JnRwk-v9FyaAwdYihfePhkmun7Q9A8M5ZcxxE5LVKD8ZXRtBZ2wOw3sR17ufvC2_3oLYy0cRKnSE03-SSFnsyl/s1024/1.+Black+Cliff+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsAUpKuSnmHE68P97BHFSbVDa0wcOuzlUrr5c5Be-m910o5JnRwk-v9FyaAwdYihfePhkmun7Q9A8M5ZcxxE5LVKD8ZXRtBZ2wOw3sR17ufvC2_3oLYy0cRKnSE03-SSFnsyl/w400-h300/1.+Black+Cliff+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FzFT7uXcsH6u_1cMDIg7E5iXAOskW-sEVvr1-wx1oYMi6bzezbr8Besiqx-RjD25nNEw6WbqTxvZzmP9DYNC4jiAHbwgStmIVhtckwhTacFpwYMak_3MfirP8sDp-2ndB0D9/s1024/2.+Sandy+beach+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FzFT7uXcsH6u_1cMDIg7E5iXAOskW-sEVvr1-wx1oYMi6bzezbr8Besiqx-RjD25nNEw6WbqTxvZzmP9DYNC4jiAHbwgStmIVhtckwhTacFpwYMak_3MfirP8sDp-2ndB0D9/s320/2.+Sandy+beach+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We started today’s Walk at Black Cliff, but we didn’t have to descend as
low as we did on the last Walk because the junction was halfway up the cliff
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we walked along we had good
views back towards Black Cliff and a lovely sandy beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is only accessible at low tide, and the
water was already too far in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We met quite a few people on this dull and breezy day, including one
couple who passed us backwards and forwards three times!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“We
can’t go on meeting like this!”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
replied, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Are you doing some sort of
zigzag route?”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No, we’ve staying in a cottage and we’re
looking for our bearings!”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To which
Colin replied, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Well, I hope you find
them!”</i> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgg7VUBXGz86l8ss9fiKTeaNTwGPLmpl2f3Cm4sFDGfnj4-zRmMD1mOzPl51iPmnD9xyTtR6socF6Ln7EujoUfn6dRLjWOAom4XFCdeER5GC5P2KwEVbQ2sNryLyRvE1N1Goi/s1024/4.+Cliffs+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgg7VUBXGz86l8ss9fiKTeaNTwGPLmpl2f3Cm4sFDGfnj4-zRmMD1mOzPl51iPmnD9xyTtR6socF6Ln7EujoUfn6dRLjWOAom4XFCdeER5GC5P2KwEVbQ2sNryLyRvE1N1Goi/w400-h300/4.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmq1Hzt4ErAT6FafZZXx8HZdsPJxihXgzCbAmfkiANH4hIhFuGfQkOITkezFIpYJ28QKogXaCpeV_IVDPmIIe4ZXf6mbyt7tIzgyBOtzWpmHTKQn6AnjIFSAJoRRp0RuRMs7RA/s1024/3.+Coast+path+.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmq1Hzt4ErAT6FafZZXx8HZdsPJxihXgzCbAmfkiANH4hIhFuGfQkOITkezFIpYJ28QKogXaCpeV_IVDPmIIe4ZXf6mbyt7tIzgyBOtzWpmHTKQn6AnjIFSAJoRRp0RuRMs7RA/s320/3.+Coast+path+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It wasn’t a bad path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were a
few more steep downhills and uphills than on the last Walk, but it wasn’t
nearly so difficult as the path round Solva way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some sections were sheltered by a hedge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were lovely views all along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat on a bank and ate our pies in a
not-very-sheltered position.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGn0zYhhyphenhyphenBKTRPRTt3xd0ieQfggyyr5NPnuCf9S-mEsxSGLklzowt56m-aOjxOIn7gumlABzh8tysUN4RWm0omn58N3LwGrjYrA0cKz6wynPTemv1hGK29OYQXsJktLFW5Q7MW/s1024/5.+Martin%2527s+Haven+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGn0zYhhyphenhyphenBKTRPRTt3xd0ieQfggyyr5NPnuCf9S-mEsxSGLklzowt56m-aOjxOIn7gumlABzh8tysUN4RWm0omn58N3LwGrjYrA0cKz6wynPTemv1hGK29OYQXsJktLFW5Q7MW/w400-h300/5.+Martin%2527s+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We arrived in Martin’s Haven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
only seat was already taken up by a couple, so we sat on a rock on the beach
and ate a sandwich.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin thought he saw
a seal — and then we both saw it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
last time we were here was with our local U3A Geology group back in 2011.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We remembered we saw a seal then, and our
leaders were not too happy that most of the group stood watching the antics of
the seal rather than listen to them going on about rocks!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW83vUmLNz5ZUQq0aBNalVDGu2eO3ywehRPwttttDyjCw5iPByyd0D3aXgRoN7qIlm8upLfvmSeSFaA0W1EzWcI1inw86C8h62WK68Yw2uu17RmVwZW9p5LndyCotmhvKur2hu/s1024/6.+Martin%2527s+Haven+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW83vUmLNz5ZUQq0aBNalVDGu2eO3ywehRPwttttDyjCw5iPByyd0D3aXgRoN7qIlm8upLfvmSeSFaA0W1EzWcI1inw86C8h62WK68Yw2uu17RmVwZW9p5LndyCotmhvKur2hu/w400-h300/6.+Martin%2527s+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We chatted about seals to the couple who had walked down from the
seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we walked up to the toilet
block where we read a notice about boat trips to Skomer and Skokholm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we added up boat fees and landing fees
we realised they would be very expensive trips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We decided we weren’t that interested in birdwatching which is about the
only thing you can do when you get there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8_eOFWMjdESwMI2M8csmos0-ZpMGyZ639Yc5zIIoEOaexYjjixs5CphOEHFNcvifQPfsbFG2kvdhkZndZhukEa3fBD0tCyiflvNfIuaI7QH9Gx_5JtPwopntW_f7VurHGcCg/s1024/7.+Celtic+stone+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8_eOFWMjdESwMI2M8csmos0-ZpMGyZ639Yc5zIIoEOaexYjjixs5CphOEHFNcvifQPfsbFG2kvdhkZndZhukEa3fBD0tCyiflvNfIuaI7QH9Gx_5JtPwopntW_f7VurHGcCg/s320/7.+Celtic+stone+.JPG" /></a></div>There was an inscribed stone in a wall cavity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A notice told us it was found in 1984 in the
foundation course of this Victorian wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The markings on the stone indicate it stems from the 7<sup>th</sup> to 9<sup>th</sup>
century, and about thirty such stones have been found in Pembrokeshire. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It marks either a prayer station or a burial,
and is indicative of the high volume of pilgrim traffic between Pembrokeshire
and Ireland
at that time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The official coast path misses out the end of the peninsula at Martin’s
Haven, but we decided to walk round it anyway if the weather was suitable
because we had the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How glad we
were that we did!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But first we had to
climb an almost vertical slope — I was pleased that I coped with this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we continued up gentler slopes to the
highest point where there was a coastguard lookout post.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kbuyVwSKABEipmPbVd0BfyuFWFZBrpo3VPJT4sE2yvLfkwvZjSdbMVKcwqBRUF_4JVWmKUhOdI3aFFAITAXGVLy85a1S3Nx4P7rz2nAEPg28Gt_y7SsZi7n0rctuVXFOhapy/s1024/8.+Bird+islands+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kbuyVwSKABEipmPbVd0BfyuFWFZBrpo3VPJT4sE2yvLfkwvZjSdbMVKcwqBRUF_4JVWmKUhOdI3aFFAITAXGVLy85a1S3Nx4P7rz2nAEPg28Gt_y7SsZi7n0rctuVXFOhapy/w400-h300/8.+Bird+islands+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>We had magnificent views of the islands of
Skomer and Skokholm from there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
decided they looked very bare — we had seen enough of them for free, neither of
us particularly wanted to go there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMej8GRb3yeioiCejtvkK3qUdHhdlH_whRhvyrrPgrMIOTOJGrHbqlTOCF9laIK0O3Rd48jRNScVGS5c_HMW4za8A48JDV6GIL6HOG8r-LIPNDfaONDFYIPFh7br-DgMV6ik7M/s1024/9.+Seals+on+the+beach+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMej8GRb3yeioiCejtvkK3qUdHhdlH_whRhvyrrPgrMIOTOJGrHbqlTOCF9laIK0O3Rd48jRNScVGS5c_HMW4za8A48JDV6GIL6HOG8r-LIPNDfaONDFYIPFh7br-DgMV6ik7M/w400-h300/9.+Seals+on+the+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We went down to the far side where it was fairly level, and there on the
beaches far below were a number of baby seals and their Mums!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(We did
wonder if it wasn’t too early for grey seals to be born — we thought the
pupping season was November/December)</i> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMsMCQb2OrBIHUm31u7-j7Gi74KfmX2KOPfTK2OBV1ka6ZWR7_CDpA3Ky3TNbERx7ThyydLlGythlf7BBYIJW7mQNyzPAyCofs_VCxDMT3_tVEvexbmr9JbwiuO5Q1Y7doJmW/s1024/11.+Seals+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMsMCQb2OrBIHUm31u7-j7Gi74KfmX2KOPfTK2OBV1ka6ZWR7_CDpA3Ky3TNbERx7ThyydLlGythlf7BBYIJW7mQNyzPAyCofs_VCxDMT3_tVEvexbmr9JbwiuO5Q1Y7doJmW/w400-h300/11.+Seals+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It was great to watch them even though they didn’t exactly do very
much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We saw them on all the beaches
round to where we met up with the coast path again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuPTx78OzarjV_ow6nOIC6OIWl8fCu_kTB9BFs1xbB0x50uAtOfMfS2mgNhzepEBmptM8pBTNUPXk4sv7ii5bApf5_2ezE47uf0ZBBuTNdy_pkN0kvtAk3daogQq_TeYfntA_/s1024/14.+Seals+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuPTx78OzarjV_ow6nOIC6OIWl8fCu_kTB9BFs1xbB0x50uAtOfMfS2mgNhzepEBmptM8pBTNUPXk4sv7ii5bApf5_2ezE47uf0ZBBuTNdy_pkN0kvtAk3daogQq_TeYfntA_/w400-h300/14.+Seals+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We met lots of people to chat to, especially
a couple from Hong Kong where the woman was
jumping up and down with excitement!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JT1BfRxxILNaAoEQ1_u0lLnJly6-R_oATpCrjJ_zG0RhgZ3s7FvgJQVEGlkyMF7iEiAxgI48rEaA4p3q1v7UQkNvXQReerW4AgreZVuPJVxISTlVNThcBsMx9BI5DoJoZ3RG/s1024/24.+Seal+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JT1BfRxxILNaAoEQ1_u0lLnJly6-R_oATpCrjJ_zG0RhgZ3s7FvgJQVEGlkyMF7iEiAxgI48rEaA4p3q1v7UQkNvXQReerW4AgreZVuPJVxISTlVNThcBsMx9BI5DoJoZ3RG/w400-h300/24.+Seal+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #20124d;">We
also saw lots of interesting rocks and caves — this really is a magnificent
stretch of coast!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWYyEy8HCx4MdyZe_ZUDpKt3sxPDy7YRhMok1kKSXzgcV7kJRhm6Px8kJ9GLgVfRaT8LEU_YRH0FDXWXv1cblTPD6AcMxwKvGedDR_O_uHsjPK4tP6YnXjTurckDsFmclU5yd/s1024/16.+Caves+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWYyEy8HCx4MdyZe_ZUDpKt3sxPDy7YRhMok1kKSXzgcV7kJRhm6Px8kJ9GLgVfRaT8LEU_YRH0FDXWXv1cblTPD6AcMxwKvGedDR_O_uHsjPK4tP6YnXjTurckDsFmclU5yd/w400-h300/16.+Caves+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We sat on a grass bank and ate a second sandwich.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemNhTixHd9Ro7rckz2J2KTW6AhXwQueizPnxHaAH9O2VJv46S63Y_WjhUvZsecfJZU8iROlYOCXP4v0zT_895yCGk7ytZ10xRrwlHdn3lRaLP-qkZMJ7BNzKakwdGqxvXJhxN/s1024/15.+Rock+arch+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemNhTixHd9Ro7rckz2J2KTW6AhXwQueizPnxHaAH9O2VJv46S63Y_WjhUvZsecfJZU8iROlYOCXP4v0zT_895yCGk7ytZ10xRrwlHdn3lRaLP-qkZMJ7BNzKakwdGqxvXJhxN/w400-h300/15.+Rock+arch+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Then we continued along the coast path
eastwards towards Marloes Sands.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnb7DC_I2q7iKvC9iCarzekwnYHY1p9RlAK6nqSnyOkfvXsdNWbTtisfjTei7n6YFc_HnX3-_87UbVqFnAF1aOPrLTO39zGE86LaAv3d62XGa_uzWHYtwYbOBOvDq51tEeM91/s1024/18.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnb7DC_I2q7iKvC9iCarzekwnYHY1p9RlAK6nqSnyOkfvXsdNWbTtisfjTei7n6YFc_HnX3-_87UbVqFnAF1aOPrLTO39zGE86LaAv3d62XGa_uzWHYtwYbOBOvDq51tEeM91/w400-h300/18.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We met
two women who told us they were “WI walkers”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKKfjdzUqVe3H2WN-jNHXbe59ywnqwNi9ENTHzVEx94ZCfnn5i_7GJMYmTvjZMmRJvkuL3MgMkqb8N2bVgq3zarqDFgTd90nNyHcD0u99TW0S3TD7zIOtJFszYUE2_Kttc4-b/s1024/19.+Rocks+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKKfjdzUqVe3H2WN-jNHXbe59ywnqwNi9ENTHzVEx94ZCfnn5i_7GJMYmTvjZMmRJvkuL3MgMkqb8N2bVgq3zarqDFgTd90nNyHcD0u99TW0S3TD7zIOtJFszYUE2_Kttc4-b/w400-h300/19.+Rocks+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>They were doing an 18 mile trek from Dale via St Ann’s Head and Martin’s
Haven to Little Haven.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefH-G4nNPDOQFcb3DJ13zIU0No93se9IcxYeSlcWIyYR2ikhdSWG4Px1yslFbEl_EBwLZAA7vVEZ3kjbmhWNE-MWYmR9UdMxBMJ5OVrlQ9O9vJ-Z0VHykdAMzDQtNOUwFa2Bs/s1024/20.+Rocky+beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefH-G4nNPDOQFcb3DJ13zIU0No93se9IcxYeSlcWIyYR2ikhdSWG4Px1yslFbEl_EBwLZAA7vVEZ3kjbmhWNE-MWYmR9UdMxBMJ5OVrlQ9O9vJ-Z0VHykdAMzDQtNOUwFa2Bs/w400-h300/20.+Rocky+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They then
planned, after dark, to walk round to Broad Haven on the beach when the tide
was out — about two of our Walks in one go and in the opposite direction.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4Hgg45O9hI_qLKEjFmzQCM_86RcrCmemJJVMH-Ydb8yJn0mNa8U53kKHf_qgeWHFhDnb2-cvI-4s1BKNhotwfsCZay3B4m6FWD_ryn7M4kmLoz_XnPyZwpooshPWOJGge6gG/s1024/21.+Rocky+shore+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="764" data-original-width="1024" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4Hgg45O9hI_qLKEjFmzQCM_86RcrCmemJJVMH-Ydb8yJn0mNa8U53kKHf_qgeWHFhDnb2-cvI-4s1BKNhotwfsCZay3B4m6FWD_ryn7M4kmLoz_XnPyZwpooshPWOJGge6gG/w400-h299/21.+Rocky+shore+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We don’t know if they made it, but since we
endured torrential rain from about 5pm onwards, I think perhaps not.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYmjTYARZ7e5FgpuLJbXSx6SYuqJtwiptmFvBAnYHlkQW638oTrPknGauW-whS2vM3JRbWza95xJSHQP3mEkhceFC9keX1LCG9fpsbqfu484L6xxPQAYBvOOIuEhAyTR3oGhN/s1024/23.+Cliff+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYmjTYARZ7e5FgpuLJbXSx6SYuqJtwiptmFvBAnYHlkQW638oTrPknGauW-whS2vM3JRbWza95xJSHQP3mEkhceFC9keX1LCG9fpsbqfu484L6xxPQAYBvOOIuEhAyTR3oGhN/w400-h300/23.+Cliff+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Meanwhile, in fine weather we continued towards the corner opposite Gateholm Island where we were treated to
wonderful views!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGY24fzfaF3Av8rh-Jz9M_lJoJfLjrP4pp99bP7rj0o9x2bmoFOYCVWS41Qyb7GYiXgu_m4Suj9g1XQvWJuCslCjtxMtxUjFY_LDO0oIouRlDuVBxn2UMN0YK19HvsQjEzOEzr/s1024/27.+Looking+back+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGY24fzfaF3Av8rh-Jz9M_lJoJfLjrP4pp99bP7rj0o9x2bmoFOYCVWS41Qyb7GYiXgu_m4Suj9g1XQvWJuCslCjtxMtxUjFY_LDO0oIouRlDuVBxn2UMN0YK19HvsQjEzOEzr/w400-h300/27.+Looking+back+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLo4-NqZg-toHjMFdqj6WDYq09s86zANMAg6LV1tgRp5pPRMAKXmZeb6BaXN1aSS4Gc3rcVgGlnNgYC7Hob6FISW1pSIs9iDO4eOXG2cm2PP2x3HJtyAPv73xw6OYzhOnq4h8V/s1024/17.+Toadstool+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLo4-NqZg-toHjMFdqj6WDYq09s86zANMAg6LV1tgRp5pPRMAKXmZeb6BaXN1aSS4Gc3rcVgGlnNgYC7Hob6FISW1pSIs9iDO4eOXG2cm2PP2x3HJtyAPv73xw6OYzhOnq4h8V/w200-h150/17.+Toadstool+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>And there, just ahead,
was Marloes Sands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had thought, when
studying the map, that perhaps we’d be able to walk a mile or so along this
sandy beach, but it was not so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The tide
was in and only a few disparate sections of shingly beach were exposed, each
cut off from the next by a rocky promontory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Also, there was only one access point down the cliffs to the biggest bit
of beach so we would only have been able to scramble down there and come back
up the same way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We didn’t bother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj293lOoYW9VZQXNi14QDT6sydQz-oOPwUI0RjG32oRwVLPo3kBTbFM8DSZsVqP6rYOcjBH5almgh97ksbA3L6wQHmNDVmdckpWQwvdYrTnfjdp0Qs0J4fz2oLFgcf6SHVMhZYF/s1024/28.+Looking+forward+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj293lOoYW9VZQXNi14QDT6sydQz-oOPwUI0RjG32oRwVLPo3kBTbFM8DSZsVqP6rYOcjBH5almgh97ksbA3L6wQHmNDVmdckpWQwvdYrTnfjdp0Qs0J4fz2oLFgcf6SHVMhZYF/w400-h300/28.+Looking+forward+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>But the views were superb!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Twisted
rocks, vertical layers, rock arches, caves, etc — it was beautiful!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat on a bank and ate our apples before
walking along the path at the top of the cliffs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we approached the access point, we
descended steps almost to beach level then climbed steps up to clifftop level
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The steps made my knees ache, but
nothing like the pain I used to experience before my knees were replaced.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HyCVxvpyP2sIp0vHny9Me1ouMyky3aW5fIW5bTKZV5Ua3dG4iYlJtx71ihFReX3iQL9hrPTKWV6wMSE2POVDU2a6OkWy4kdjmSxYoPuz2x7akAjeBPejhruDcaqfX0pIZ0yr/s1024/29.+A+closer+view+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HyCVxvpyP2sIp0vHny9Me1ouMyky3aW5fIW5bTKZV5Ua3dG4iYlJtx71ihFReX3iQL9hrPTKWV6wMSE2POVDU2a6OkWy4kdjmSxYoPuz2x7akAjeBPejhruDcaqfX0pIZ0yr/s320/29.+A+closer+view+.JPG" /></a></div>At the further end of Marloes sands we came to the remains of a wartime
airfield — parts of concrete runways are now all that is left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat on a rock to eat our chocolate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It started to rain, but it was only light at
first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We put the cameras away and
donned kags.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin put on his
overtrousers but I didn’t bother (they are so hot to wear!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went down another cleft, up again, and
finally down to the beach at West Dale.<span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMyzsJBJh4pOYSzSdFYH8z0hyphenhyphensdHYyvrUoMTdLUewATekXOArMNByQbQhquloGo_h1_SPc0WSGZXJyQpLn3zCObJLg4wdkAG51-jfpFCgjHdASLBxwJy0Z6Oq1lydy5oP_TWCh/s1024/30.+Beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMyzsJBJh4pOYSzSdFYH8z0hyphenhyphensdHYyvrUoMTdLUewATekXOArMNByQbQhquloGo_h1_SPc0WSGZXJyQpLn3zCObJLg4wdkAG51-jfpFCgjHdASLBxwJy0Z6Oq1lydy5oP_TWCh/w400-h300/30.+Beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">That ended Walk no.383, we shall pick
up Walk no.384 next time on the beach at West Dale Bay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was twenty past five, so the Walk had taken us six hours and fifty
minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>We turned off the coast
path and walked inland through a sugar beet field to our car parked near the
church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After supping our tea and
chocolate biscuits, we drove back to our caravan at Whitesands in monsoon-like
rain!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span> <br /></div>
Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-40896283748996168732017-09-14T20:29:00.134+01:002020-12-30T20:12:04.150+00:00Walk 382 -- Little Haven to Marloes<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]--><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 129 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 271 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scudding clouds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly sunny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>One rain shower.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very windy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cool.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little Haven to Marloes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>7½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3905½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Gently undulating clifftop paths, many through woods giving shelter from
the wind.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos.931, 932, 933 and 934 spread out along
the way.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday we
returned for the third time to Whitesands with our caravan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning we drove to Marloes where we
parked in a layby on the edge of the village directly opposite a footpath which
led down to Black Cliff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We walked into
the village and caught the bus to Little Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we turned off the coast path at Black Cliff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A short walk uphill took us to the road where
our car was parked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had tea and
chocolate biscuits before driving back to our caravan.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSZjZAdpJb1Csu7vNXCTkgsJBiDGoBFSGJf_X_scoY2fQ-QZJ1LC3USMxkv10_27OMVMUHEmA185_eCsDjg_6_Nr_-biDzbf7HZpyxApYJkjBym73f7obud6pyHPksLLrE1nx/s1024/2.+Little+Haven+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSZjZAdpJb1Csu7vNXCTkgsJBiDGoBFSGJf_X_scoY2fQ-QZJ1LC3USMxkv10_27OMVMUHEmA185_eCsDjg_6_Nr_-biDzbf7HZpyxApYJkjBym73f7obud6pyHPksLLrE1nx/w400-h300/2.+Little+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It was very windy today, not a good day to be walking along cliff
tops!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we stood on the beach at Little
Haven, Colin saw that there was a shelter halfway up the cliff where the coast
path was going to take us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we went up
there and found it was a big shelter set back into the wall — ideal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat in there well out of the wind and ate
our pies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we put on our kags and
overtrousers, not because it was raining but simply for warmth.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiQ0nroVdAXrPFZJ8mfno5rfn6y79dQ78THCldMEws97iLhHkeVMiazvzYwb_E70MPznfgo1j8yc_uij36mNdTxziBCtQ85rTPp5-nUXG6zav5C9ncN59t_Zy787bYfP7XqEg/s1024/1.+Little+Haven+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiQ0nroVdAXrPFZJ8mfno5rfn6y79dQ78THCldMEws97iLhHkeVMiazvzYwb_E70MPznfgo1j8yc_uij36mNdTxziBCtQ85rTPp5-nUXG6zav5C9ncN59t_Zy787bYfP7XqEg/s320/1.+Little+Haven+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We looked across the cove that is Little Haven, and saw that the tide was
in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We wouldn’t have been able to walk
from Broad Haven on the beach today, and we were thankful that we had been able
to do it at the end of the last Walk.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhQMll9kd1ph83IqGy-hF-bfElkGiv9ys-MZgR9gJG-bGwH_TpiJWML72rPkznBAeLUY0NhoCR3nSdug_-qFyxUwTZVImUXdNReT33VCPstY2yI5vzVHaLq-hiCmLmz0BZEDI/s1024/3.+The+Point++.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhQMll9kd1ph83IqGy-hF-bfElkGiv9ys-MZgR9gJG-bGwH_TpiJWML72rPkznBAeLUY0NhoCR3nSdug_-qFyxUwTZVImUXdNReT33VCPstY2yI5vzVHaLq-hiCmLmz0BZEDI/s320/3.+The+Point++.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>From
Little Haven the path is paved all the way up to what looks like a tiny ruined
fort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is called “The Point”, but we
didn’t walk out to it because of the wind, it is a bit exposed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We followed the cliff path round past a woman
dressed in sandals and a kag who was lying on the grass smoking a
cigarette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(It takes all sorts….)</i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYohkjS4iASVqTSYTD9qYBO2v-NpTac6r78e6wZFyWur2i5oagjXo3H5Q1f6vPssFl0FEyZyjqHhPYYUcAL6Yy19qbI7QJdEXPN_xOrSyh2_jn7gQueeGmcnTH1OCwx39C_Rj7/s1024/4.+Coast+path+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYohkjS4iASVqTSYTD9qYBO2v-NpTac6r78e6wZFyWur2i5oagjXo3H5Q1f6vPssFl0FEyZyjqHhPYYUcAL6Yy19qbI7QJdEXPN_xOrSyh2_jn7gQueeGmcnTH1OCwx39C_Rj7/w400-h300/4.+Coast+path+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We came to a fearsome set of steps, but when we got to the top the path
levelled out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was very much kinder
than the cliff paths further back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was mostly wide, and gently undulating with no big steps even when it crossed
the one and only cleft later on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7R1-El1-k7stJ6hwJrzEkoi_q1fUlFi_6ttKYhlthN5hD6K90Lu6C5I6fBVxuONxigJD0EX8h9RP1jskql3E4AZIf0LtjwTF8IPK56_2ept97fpj1eh3QHvEHzIQZdMVE_x3/s1024/5.+St+Bride%2527s+Bay+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7R1-El1-k7stJ6hwJrzEkoi_q1fUlFi_6ttKYhlthN5hD6K90Lu6C5I6fBVxuONxigJD0EX8h9RP1jskql3E4AZIf0LtjwTF8IPK56_2ept97fpj1eh3QHvEHzIQZdMVE_x3/w400-h300/5.+St+Bride%2527s+Bay+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreACclVWqP31kNWR55Rcnz66kDeH9NMMjL9pD2zxqLOGPNCA1J0tK2jUsOovRRgZYJhc23nS1bhPphKdeWLn-BY-igSBla9vSLleh1u7lBDQrk9L1H4f4M4YvN-1SS7gy4-he/s1024/9.+Sheltered+path+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreACclVWqP31kNWR55Rcnz66kDeH9NMMjL9pD2zxqLOGPNCA1J0tK2jUsOovRRgZYJhc23nS1bhPphKdeWLn-BY-igSBla9vSLleh1u7lBDQrk9L1H4f4M4YvN-1SS7gy4-he/w150-h200/9.+Sheltered+path+.JPG" width="150" /></a></div> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Some of
it led through woods and some between hedges which gave us blessed relief from
that wretched wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The geology looked
to be interesting — we found out later that the first stretch of today’s Walk
is all igneous rock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(I’m much more interested in igneous and
metamorphic rocks than sedimentary.)</i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJoAU8zRTxwq8OwrdG0bM-79WqPX10i4DOI9mfFpKfUSjIJMRBK86UuVx7ozYqcTL5eT6tAw0_yKWh2gWl7vRjpfZWNUS68J2UNWaWhLHVqfK9uRmjrsEXtwqMdq03bsclQ8Y/s1024/6.+Cliffs+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJoAU8zRTxwq8OwrdG0bM-79WqPX10i4DOI9mfFpKfUSjIJMRBK86UuVx7ozYqcTL5eT6tAw0_yKWh2gWl7vRjpfZWNUS68J2UNWaWhLHVqfK9uRmjrsEXtwqMdq03bsclQ8Y/w400-h300/6.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The path came out into a quiet road for a few yards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point I had reckoned we had walked
3900 miles from Bognor along the coast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So we found somewhere to put the camera and took our 3900 mile photo
using the delay timer.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYbFhlthrvbceWB5sV5C26JgtZEP271adduDVA4rA8tMuoEU5pbiVVt7K8oI6pSjcJbtfVNLX_8YdtrOe0rwtzxPp_PGwNkmzD-SgALPXUko_IpYrCBsp9aq4WiNyRrc9rMKp/s1024/7.+3900+miles+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYbFhlthrvbceWB5sV5C26JgtZEP271adduDVA4rA8tMuoEU5pbiVVt7K8oI6pSjcJbtfVNLX_8YdtrOe0rwtzxPp_PGwNkmzD-SgALPXUko_IpYrCBsp9aq4WiNyRrc9rMKp/w400-h300/7.+3900+miles+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCw4mONSaoaBPxJatFiuDr93uVrXwSaZi7ATbspQWzkVq7HJxhfMtAodO6yTc-Qcktq8x3fPTy5-6G8fSmI0sG1LxKU1JbbEBHdEO1Na2Mlojx-12ONe7f78kIxuQVZylS64AR/s1024/8.+Crab+apples+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCw4mONSaoaBPxJatFiuDr93uVrXwSaZi7ATbspQWzkVq7HJxhfMtAodO6yTc-Qcktq8x3fPTy5-6G8fSmI0sG1LxKU1JbbEBHdEO1Na2Mlojx-12ONe7f78kIxuQVZylS64AR/w150-h200/8.+Crab+apples+.JPG" width="150" /></a></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We passed a seat in the woods nicely sheltered from the wind which would
have been ideal for sitting on to eat our lunch — BUT (1) it was nowhere near
lunchtime, and (2) the seat was already occupied by a couple and their
dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we carried on and crunched crab
apples which were all over the path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
saw a lizard!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was small and sandy
coloured, and ran quickly across the path in front of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin didn’t see it because he was behind me,
and it had already escaped into the undergrowth by the time he came round.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91cjyTFDQ9FjGquIh85aliLf0tKlXYlHdYXWezd7ytVz469E6MUcFMYX7VoHl2RFwlz4IC-zOA3TRKRAMU5uTf-JhsCcZeVjcPtoNs0sRJPzAv-5jSrCkncNFBZwPRnXAOzL0/s1024/10.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91cjyTFDQ9FjGquIh85aliLf0tKlXYlHdYXWezd7ytVz469E6MUcFMYX7VoHl2RFwlz4IC-zOA3TRKRAMU5uTf-JhsCcZeVjcPtoNs0sRJPzAv-5jSrCkncNFBZwPRnXAOzL0/w400-h300/10.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We
were surprised at the large number of people we met who were as crazy as us,
out walking the coast path in such windy weather.</span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-Ht4sDcZDSlrflkvgM_WKh5CaEC-Fhv4EZjcFM1uMHlcFXkMPWDRPf2WersiV5vYMF9z18AldYUhof3dn_dinKyR3NIn7cyniCQyb4svSnc4DZRLtcfXw21l5q2RDkwqNH_X/s1024/12.+Inlet+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-Ht4sDcZDSlrflkvgM_WKh5CaEC-Fhv4EZjcFM1uMHlcFXkMPWDRPf2WersiV5vYMF9z18AldYUhof3dn_dinKyR3NIn7cyniCQyb4svSnc4DZRLtcfXw21l5q2RDkwqNH_X/w400-h300/12.+Inlet+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We found a grassy bank which was relatively sheltered where we could sit
and eat our sarnies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We both took off
our wet-weather gear while there as we found we were getting hot wearing
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had been mostly in sunshine, but
we could see rain pouring down behind Solva to the north.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We hoped it wasn’t coming our way.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-eLzrQW5uCe2YRVI3y5IFbPaPMZkHyhZnfctJgkU2SKtysUJvsXpUNAmd75cDnG18NyAqZdoCGbNI6T6SmdwRwSGkTNZNO5pHA_yrlwY1uOmRg6PAy8k_FihXHw9FngrmpKH/s1024/15.+Rocks+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-eLzrQW5uCe2YRVI3y5IFbPaPMZkHyhZnfctJgkU2SKtysUJvsXpUNAmd75cDnG18NyAqZdoCGbNI6T6SmdwRwSGkTNZNO5pHA_yrlwY1uOmRg6PAy8k_FihXHw9FngrmpKH/w400-h300/15.+Rocks+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We met a couple who told us, excitedly, that there were seals in the next
inlet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so there were — four
white-coated baby seals hauled up on an inaccessible rocky beach way below us.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6S2JVtpL6053o_dLx3pdC9h4IJ11YW9kIOM1PV8qauOF4Pk5DgHUK87PxZUMHE7FUbJK5t2QJbQz47Cguqzj41Mc2PHEaPTCsBjNVxMqT3dz5-EMsl5WtF83wXUEnRXtCVgb/s1024/11.+Baby+seals++.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6S2JVtpL6053o_dLx3pdC9h4IJ11YW9kIOM1PV8qauOF4Pk5DgHUK87PxZUMHE7FUbJK5t2QJbQz47Cguqzj41Mc2PHEaPTCsBjNVxMqT3dz5-EMsl5WtF83wXUEnRXtCVgb/w400-h300/11.+Baby+seals++.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We came to the only deep cleft on this Walk, to cross a stream. But the
path down was a gentle gradient, as was the path up the other side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were no steps — it was a doddle!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiem8iKVlmQqSyur1Luv5mfNk2cKLa2K_rc-jKblcOo-XZRG9tSpFF07N29J2aW5i0W5Xzg1EUxXMXlc3CvDOG9V8hgilcXGwJ4EXXBwFIT5Z61vWK69AR-RQulBMsuOySQbZ8p/s1024/16.+Small+beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiem8iKVlmQqSyur1Luv5mfNk2cKLa2K_rc-jKblcOo-XZRG9tSpFF07N29J2aW5i0W5Xzg1EUxXMXlc3CvDOG9V8hgilcXGwJ4EXXBwFIT5Z61vWK69AR-RQulBMsuOySQbZ8p/w400-h300/16.+Small+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Further on we came to a rock balanced on another, and the top rock had a
hole right through the middle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, it was
not natural erosion nor some ancient mythical stonework, it was a modern
sculpture!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rocks were bolted
together and we could see the marks of modern tools to make the hole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But what is it supposed to mean?</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisk6I-gymWkwwSOa06nCC1boLLX-wZnSCbTUPZ48gixAHd_L6OWe_npCPtIezzB0b3UyohARi2HqIlHBsxtr1tiQxkF077EDqUOydgh8_fjkvHdroXyJAjVxMf_8YS_TnE0oxS/s1024/17.+Stone+with+hole+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisk6I-gymWkwwSOa06nCC1boLLX-wZnSCbTUPZ48gixAHd_L6OWe_npCPtIezzB0b3UyohARi2HqIlHBsxtr1tiQxkF077EDqUOydgh8_fjkvHdroXyJAjVxMf_8YS_TnE0oxS/w400-h300/17.+Stone+with+hole+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPKr8ioUlSidNu0QuLFOZHdr8zDYBlxT6X-8Xw5hM6gxUqtvYezW8pzDlSe3PSfNUeGUMUsfNPHpqZU6OU3hgPaAYirRY_mtSN3MRzjAb1HrlDSiHZvYGNRmT7h053qDxPPbv/s1024/18.+Rosy+cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPKr8ioUlSidNu0QuLFOZHdr8zDYBlxT6X-8Xw5hM6gxUqtvYezW8pzDlSe3PSfNUeGUMUsfNPHpqZU6OU3hgPaAYirRY_mtSN3MRzjAb1HrlDSiHZvYGNRmT7h053qDxPPbv/s320/18.+Rosy+cliffs+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I noticed that the rocks we were passing were now red, and so was the
sand in some places.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Looks like Old Red Sandstone!”</i> says I —
and when I looked it up later I found that I was right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was quite chuffed about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was looking at all the twisted rocks,
and I’m sure I spotted an unconformity amongst them.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-VSEt9wB-Qr03nFXfEVETEEQInKq-Bq152k04LA4iBOgqXdU0smbLQuz5XttcTVOVQHrGyPH_lZcBoe3F-zXWxaL6GDIBBSM6mm3KJ9Aeqxlp-gCZzwEYedeS5BxJA4_xphd/s1024/19.+Rock+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-VSEt9wB-Qr03nFXfEVETEEQInKq-Bq152k04LA4iBOgqXdU0smbLQuz5XttcTVOVQHrGyPH_lZcBoe3F-zXWxaL6GDIBBSM6mm3KJ9Aeqxlp-gCZzwEYedeS5BxJA4_xphd/w400-h300/19.+Rock+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We sat on a bank to rest and eat our apples — I was getting tired though
Colin didn’t seem to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before we’d
finished it started to rain — so it was on with the wet-weather gear
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it didn’t last long, and was
finished before we hit St Brides Bay.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGOgJlqQxN7_8bDnJy6dUuVV0RyPIUAxwFWzNH9UEtn_VPpxRU_2pFwjY-DHXQwFFz0Y0HMWi-mKGEI44CK8ZXTTsVJoGkUfoTiCNBJC24SfIdyPaDwTx7LwEpy4uinzlEmcc/s1024/20.+St+Brides+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGOgJlqQxN7_8bDnJy6dUuVV0RyPIUAxwFWzNH9UEtn_VPpxRU_2pFwjY-DHXQwFFz0Y0HMWi-mKGEI44CK8ZXTTsVJoGkUfoTiCNBJC24SfIdyPaDwTx7LwEpy4uinzlEmcc/w400-h300/20.+St+Brides+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There we scrambled across the beach, took off our wet-weather gear in
the toilet block, and sat at a picnic table to eat our chocolate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By then I was feeling quite fatigued and
wished we had terminated today’s Walk at St Brides.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then the next Walk would have been
longer, so you can’t win.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">I had to keep marching to keep me going, though it was an easy path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We passed St Brides Castle which seemed to be
some kind of posh hotel — at least, that is what we surmised when the bus we
were on called there this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(It picked up loads of posh women who were
wearing expensive rings and complaining loudly about the fare!)</i> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPyLPLtK7EexdlCDkL23fILQasybaibEe6KNPqOsvqoa1Dmc0XuzuBJVp1VjXKQwvPRJD5R1XPrrys0mHlJy5N1DgBb5UJ5tIzn5O5-fSFttlDs6okTZ8dHa0Rn-bYrb84LX8/s1024/21.+Eroded+wall+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPyLPLtK7EexdlCDkL23fILQasybaibEe6KNPqOsvqoa1Dmc0XuzuBJVp1VjXKQwvPRJD5R1XPrrys0mHlJy5N1DgBb5UJ5tIzn5O5-fSFttlDs6okTZ8dHa0Rn-bYrb84LX8/w200-h150/21.+Eroded+wall+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="color: #20124d;">We passed a drystone wall which had been
repaired with Old Red sandstone that had </span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: #20124d;">badly </span>eroded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Geologically it was very interesting, and
pretty too.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">I was in route-march mode by now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It seemed an awful long way to Black Cliff where we had to turn off on
to a path up to the road where our car was parked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCzpvHdsA8Kozitc0sj2shPClslzetZyCZt3xFJgEz2yDqO5JBwZLXgQK1y3uzTyNcFPQr9ZRAWu54RCU9iXQDL5B5Xrfhk0ATLuJt9c83Gtpu70I01XQjCCV4Xu4ze-HEPYD/s1024/22.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCzpvHdsA8Kozitc0sj2shPClslzetZyCZt3xFJgEz2yDqO5JBwZLXgQK1y3uzTyNcFPQr9ZRAWu54RCU9iXQDL5B5Xrfhk0ATLuJt9c83Gtpu70I01XQjCCV4Xu4ze-HEPYD/w400-h300/22.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The sun was bright and low over the sea
making photography almost impossible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
kept thinking we could see the signpost where the path went off but it always
turned out to be a fence post or somesuch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Eventually we went through a gate which said, “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Black Cliff</i></b>”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That’s it, the cliff really is jet black!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZuPlukjE_OQrd61JvKuqMri4g7pcWZn0GUr6WE8orZA3XY79rSBe5ow-VhIjQ08Yb6MV2ym3SudyUrQ70E4JydZPc-nw7Nf6Ums5Pi3m-WkHLPRH3ECpjl-tFuX7frdBBAgg/s1024/23.+Black+Cliff+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZuPlukjE_OQrd61JvKuqMri4g7pcWZn0GUr6WE8orZA3XY79rSBe5ow-VhIjQ08Yb6MV2ym3SudyUrQ70E4JydZPc-nw7Nf6Ums5Pi3m-WkHLPRH3ECpjl-tFuX7frdBBAgg/w400-h300/23.+Black+Cliff+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Trouble is, the path descends almost to sea
level before it starts going up to the junction — a cruel twist when I was so
tired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">But it had been a very enjoyable
Walk!</i></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">That ended Walk no.382, we shall pick
up Walk no.383 next time At the junction of paths on Black Cliff, Marloes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was twenty to six, so the Walk had taken
us six hours and forty minutes. </span>A short walk uphill took us to the road
where our car was parked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had tea and
chocolate biscuits before driving back to our caravan.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAM6hVh7N2AKjzaI8mDXHL5FotOxznJpvRdHk772ql9xMfXx4_Ij3CgLsmMbqdYksMzWuusnNh-EE0QTWCE7rkpwvBrz68FHUJNDB0Ehchb3jPGDR7sFeNwpfCk0m6szceGBY/s1024/27.+Marloes+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAM6hVh7N2AKjzaI8mDXHL5FotOxznJpvRdHk772ql9xMfXx4_Ij3CgLsmMbqdYksMzWuusnNh-EE0QTWCE7rkpwvBrz68FHUJNDB0Ehchb3jPGDR7sFeNwpfCk0m6szceGBY/w400-h300/27.+Marloes+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I must mention the children’s playground we came across in the village of Marloes this morning whilst waiting for
the bus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">It is delightful, full of innovative ideas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a bamboo tunnel, a small bell
roundabout <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(how I remember the fun I used
to have on a big one of those as a child!)</i> and a soup-plate swing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But what really caught my imagination was a
picnic table where the children could play draughts and snakes or
ladders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I wanted to sit down and play myself, but we didn’t have time!)</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lucky children who live in Marloes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWwz-YlC8YGkHHv5vQiQRyrg08VQiURWuXfBOKjpWUViWWrz_0jaB4k7wbZNmtJMBddiX0plg4JK1BEO5Lg0Ck_ucWIT2nSW8WyO7ipnc3NCACj0mn-46amCn7RcYq2SQ-AmK/s1024/25.+Marloes+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWwz-YlC8YGkHHv5vQiQRyrg08VQiURWuXfBOKjpWUViWWrz_0jaB4k7wbZNmtJMBddiX0plg4JK1BEO5Lg0Ck_ucWIT2nSW8WyO7ipnc3NCACj0mn-46amCn7RcYq2SQ-AmK/w400-h300/25.+Marloes+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;">
</span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-35055824816834861112017-08-11T20:20:00.106+01:002020-11-30T21:08:05.762+00:00Walk 381 -- Nolton Haven to Little Haven<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 95 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 237 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Slate-grey sky, some rain, windy.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nolton Haven to Little Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>4½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3898 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A little
bit of road, a flat sandy beach at the end, but mostly undulating cliff path —
a bit kinder than last time, only one chasm!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Going
out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos.926, 927, 928 and 929 near the start of the
Walk, and no. 930 as we approached Broad Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>St Bride’s Inn in Little Haven where Colin
drank Bluestone “Rock Hopper” and Tenby Harbour “MV Enterprise”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t feel like beer, so I sipped a bit of
his!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
caravanning near Whitesands
Beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning we drove to Little Haven where
we drove all round but had no choice but to pay £5 to park in the one and only
car park.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We caught a bus to Nolton
Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we came to the car park in Little Haven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We deposited our gear in the car, then went
to the pub which was opposite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Wouldn’t
like to eat there — very expensive!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
then drove back to the caravan where again we had tea and cream cakes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The
next day we returned home to Malvern.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PPW-EbSx-Xg3unjlXO2NMZs0BMaXFdtc-y7OFSvDSYhgfy4tmNViFVzmbqX4q3XiTh7TSSTU2GFGzDGw8pBeLHFaSd9fUQbbtQeC4eobIfNvlfpQFmPQ-rOuGFQfP2C1tu8c/s1024/1.+Leaving+Nolton+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PPW-EbSx-Xg3unjlXO2NMZs0BMaXFdtc-y7OFSvDSYhgfy4tmNViFVzmbqX4q3XiTh7TSSTU2GFGzDGw8pBeLHFaSd9fUQbbtQeC4eobIfNvlfpQFmPQ-rOuGFQfP2C1tu8c/w400-h300/1.+Leaving+Nolton+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We had to walk steeply uphill on the narrow road out of Nolton Haven, but
it wasn’t long before we were able to turn on to the cliff path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We met a lot of hikers again today despite
the inclement weather, many were German or French.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The popularity of the Pembrokeshire Coast
Path is very marked — they should try some of the other coast paths around the
country where we have been entirely on our own for miles and miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1ifT9QKrHTzVXgs8fhXayrQ7Z6hyphenhyphenPNTaR5Ok_2LXcqAyyflFObIxut2ceYPOk3ndiXANo6ny7Puw62U-guEzCdYOng80YQiw3RSHVtUA3oBjCrjjlZMLnCuksxVSTpN6m50W/s1024/2.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1ifT9QKrHTzVXgs8fhXayrQ7Z6hyphenhyphenPNTaR5Ok_2LXcqAyyflFObIxut2ceYPOk3ndiXANo6ny7Puw62U-guEzCdYOng80YQiw3RSHVtUA3oBjCrjjlZMLnCuksxVSTpN6m50W/w400-h300/2.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We had good views of rocks, caves, etc, but it started to rain so we had
to don wet-weather gear and put the camera away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin slipped his small camera in his pocket
so we could whip it out quickly and use it without it getting very wet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it stopped raining!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it did start again later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took several pictures of this dramatic
coastline using his camera at my behest.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqFTwAb2wvXw8Ir7y6l8qaWnBXzeXodTtmdm3yrKLH3grW2v8xTeYRnTYZOBtDP2wuHDwDAZk07TxxcKeLFvNWXj_ihgMrBSwO2Eef28DaglTqH9ri4JTUw24iUKMK-ug5f6c/s1024/3.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqFTwAb2wvXw8Ir7y6l8qaWnBXzeXodTtmdm3yrKLH3grW2v8xTeYRnTYZOBtDP2wuHDwDAZk07TxxcKeLFvNWXj_ihgMrBSwO2Eef28DaglTqH9ri4JTUw24iUKMK-ug5f6c/w400-h300/3.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>We came to a little sheltered nook where there was a bank we could sit
on, so we sat there and ate our pasties.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30IXmhIY_9H5141GfNHcic_kJsFd_fbk3scbHkCtrdHUIBjT8alxmlU5e6WV1K4UUOew3g_9_DPbbW42hirupaAPQBknWXHQ9dG3CVf3lmSupAc_nplUlmghtBsmxLtgf5kN5/s1024/4.+Druidston+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30IXmhIY_9H5141GfNHcic_kJsFd_fbk3scbHkCtrdHUIBjT8alxmlU5e6WV1K4UUOew3g_9_DPbbW42hirupaAPQBknWXHQ9dG3CVf3lmSupAc_nplUlmghtBsmxLtgf5kN5/w400-h300/4.+Druidston+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It was a good path and fairly level until we approached Druidston Haven —
where we were confronted with a chasm!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There were numerous steps down, some of which were <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">huge</i></b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh, my
knees! </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We took photos of an
eco-house from a distance.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eSJCzGXLSBwKCnD85mNIq4Q7RB0qUTCZtzV3Pw7l6KoSjQ6DMJGb81kEzte3Z-yyZTE2snZYOdflceKahsMpz-a6kO105_8owMomxwpFYYEr1cZCsrfh4aF89z-jBabF1pKd/s1024/6.+Eco-house+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eSJCzGXLSBwKCnD85mNIq4Q7RB0qUTCZtzV3Pw7l6KoSjQ6DMJGb81kEzte3Z-yyZTE2snZYOdflceKahsMpz-a6kO105_8owMomxwpFYYEr1cZCsrfh4aF89z-jBabF1pKd/w400-h300/6.+Eco-house+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Some people
we passed asked us if we knew anything about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we said we didn’t they said they’d look
it up on the internet, and moved on.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhqH0E2XX0VMKNyChotpaHMSGSLMPrSgKtVog99tkNmQ68nJ94KDxUOG6Hpo2qWVpSVDyEQIQPfWppijBICpV0eW7qM-yZ95jdWgglkWaz7a-Q8V9uWSR_sR6DDOx0tKAI-Yh/s1024/5.+Druidston+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhqH0E2XX0VMKNyChotpaHMSGSLMPrSgKtVog99tkNmQ68nJ94KDxUOG6Hpo2qWVpSVDyEQIQPfWppijBICpV0eW7qM-yZ95jdWgglkWaz7a-Q8V9uWSR_sR6DDOx0tKAI-Yh/w200-h150/5.+Druidston+Haven+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>I
managed the steps all the way down to beach level where we were surprised to
find the wooden footbridge across the stream was labelled<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">NOT A PUBLIC RIGHT OF WAY</span></b><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. We were passed by a local man, so we asked
him about the legality of this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said
the land belonged to the Druidston Hotel and that the bridge was for the use of
patrons only, But he added that he had seen many hikers use it and no-one had
been confronted.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9L-iMRsznbw7by1ZqRIecwZRB8GioG-YIEG6icqK2Eb5I3sEuuuL4yKinTxX1pahPdquugRUWQ5bcy3Xo344XBcOoEPFvDAWwTRSIQAqrvWsahDOIU-IaOZIU4i17snudWy6/s1024/8.+Eco-house+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9L-iMRsznbw7by1ZqRIecwZRB8GioG-YIEG6icqK2Eb5I3sEuuuL4yKinTxX1pahPdquugRUWQ5bcy3Xo344XBcOoEPFvDAWwTRSIQAqrvWsahDOIU-IaOZIU4i17snudWy6/s320/8.+Eco-house+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>But we decided to be
‘good’ and went up the ‘proper’ path to the road where we crossed the stream on
the road bridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin popped back along
the road to photograph the eco-house from the front.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-so-Yjf3mCeqm5HyMS8-NhWd70dCgh3c7T7ti0y2XB6eGHDSepqXvf9LHzQBldEBWdCrlrPSK0ZeMQ9hyphenhyphenzzXg0w55MRWMmZRdLXtoP5eV1og-xhr5ENWilPJ5cQySl01Lrsb/s1024/7.+Eco-house+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-so-Yjf3mCeqm5HyMS8-NhWd70dCgh3c7T7ti0y2XB6eGHDSepqXvf9LHzQBldEBWdCrlrPSK0ZeMQ9hyphenhyphenzzXg0w55MRWMmZRdLXtoP5eV1og-xhr5ENWilPJ5cQySl01Lrsb/w400-h300/7.+Eco-house+.JPG" width="400" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigx3ebT0l3-ZP6-pwVnxQZKZZ41bWrSC-mF87OYotDiAVA_j4ZQysdQQOxspSk0HyBsi1qRYiFoLg02RJi9OIL27RlIHO1pHoxpTgpUVgUWzwqrEXw_Dtxf1UNMl0cfqjEdP5I/s1024/8.5.+Roundhouse+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigx3ebT0l3-ZP6-pwVnxQZKZZ41bWrSC-mF87OYotDiAVA_j4ZQysdQQOxspSk0HyBsi1qRYiFoLg02RJi9OIL27RlIHO1pHoxpTgpUVgUWzwqrEXw_Dtxf1UNMl0cfqjEdP5I/w203-h151/8.5.+Roundhouse+.JPG" width="203" /></a></div></div>We continued
along the road to the Druidston Hotel entrance where there was a history board
about the Roundhouse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an essay,
far too much to read — so we didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
path turned off the road, much to our relief, far sooner than was indicated on the
map — but then this map is probably thirty plus years old so we couldn’t blame
the Ordnance Survey for this one!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It led
us behind a hedge to keep us off the road. </span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKEm3osOjkVAobpYIL_3yed0as_3rExiWpM1ROhCEcWoKUWJ2dEPw1VuhixqaSHQ9VbhrC1mha_mKq5Nypu7vPssha8zujSWdCheDG2TlariD42tXjlWXczJM8N59f5zskw3n/s1024/9.+Cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKEm3osOjkVAobpYIL_3yed0as_3rExiWpM1ROhCEcWoKUWJ2dEPw1VuhixqaSHQ9VbhrC1mha_mKq5Nypu7vPssha8zujSWdCheDG2TlariD42tXjlWXczJM8N59f5zskw3n/w400-h300/9.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcP8d1VCGKWuPY8qN2XAIFalww2s5Pkw6BJls6l18LBOiUwg3TuMp-lWH0QoCGrRAIG9fK0wXpHeh2Qwmw6wIEyorgewnN1KIS5VgMT_TUErNHWP1yMPGQlgUVNU37p_neJyF/s1024/10.+French+family+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcP8d1VCGKWuPY8qN2XAIFalww2s5Pkw6BJls6l18LBOiUwg3TuMp-lWH0QoCGrRAIG9fK0wXpHeh2Qwmw6wIEyorgewnN1KIS5VgMT_TUErNHWP1yMPGQlgUVNU37p_neJyF/s320/10.+French+family+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We came across a
group of people miserably eating their lunch in the rain, wind and cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It looked very like the English ‘enjoying’
their summer holiday, but it turned out they were French.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told us the Grandmama was 81 and out
walking with her children and grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A lovely family, and the 81 year old looked very robust and healthy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Mind
you, she wasn’t all that much older than us!)</i></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The access from
the road to there was a wheelchair-friendly path which led to a fantastic
viewpoint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a pity the rain and
mist spoilt it for us today, but it was still a marvellous view.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I held the umbrella so that Colin could take
the picture, but it was so windy the brolly kept blowing inside out.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjw0TEw47yg63uWrZ7zX-yhRlsYVm3gw8BgIABeBrAPRd2FgveBjjIFE7Vdxg3zdefm4Xs3RylvrMiRF0wV5NY0-NLv7yN7oPOvEgwpaubmbGZoKp2yTgHDPkLSrmIIjM0FWM/s1024/11.+Rocks+%2526+cliffs+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjw0TEw47yg63uWrZ7zX-yhRlsYVm3gw8BgIABeBrAPRd2FgveBjjIFE7Vdxg3zdefm4Xs3RylvrMiRF0wV5NY0-NLv7yN7oPOvEgwpaubmbGZoKp2yTgHDPkLSrmIIjM0FWM/w400-h300/11.+Rocks+%2526+cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We next passed
an area where the whole cliff had collapsed to a lower level some years
past.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a good path as we carried
on, not too undulating so my knees coped brilliantly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We came to a choice of paths —<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>either follow the cliff top and go down and
up a bit, or take a short cut across the top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We chose the clifftop route, but saw the Frenchies take the short
cut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We began to have views of Broad
Haven — and it actually stopped raining.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNGi4zHKExApRyiwCBcYgQXqyJp_Ib2qymx76MhYIOAF267g2NZf5ql5RG-HhW5lK7ym79RSkMHci3RWqSE2Lyt713gGqMvccKXS-6pzjlQXXOd7yqkcTWF6ju_QcGNl-E9tw/s1024/12.+Broad+Haven+Bay+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNGi4zHKExApRyiwCBcYgQXqyJp_Ib2qymx76MhYIOAF267g2NZf5ql5RG-HhW5lK7ym79RSkMHci3RWqSE2Lyt713gGqMvccKXS-6pzjlQXXOd7yqkcTWF6ju_QcGNl-E9tw/w400-h300/12.+Broad+Haven+Bay+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoQU5bRhXNUxsR96o7HyVYSR_0xux-n5k575Ye588X8XC2NwemHxVpWw9mANUUoQdTv8qN-E8yCdr646sHCNYnlrqGLEwTvJNfiG96zQKwEmOej7wYAWfeAxDJUuoRhzdENj-/s1024/13.+Memorial+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoQU5bRhXNUxsR96o7HyVYSR_0xux-n5k575Ye588X8XC2NwemHxVpWw9mANUUoQdTv8qN-E8yCdr646sHCNYnlrqGLEwTvJNfiG96zQKwEmOej7wYAWfeAxDJUuoRhzdENj-/w150-h200/13.+Memorial+.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>We came to a
plaque commemorating Glyn Charles, an Olympic yachtsman who was lost at sea in
1998.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sad — he was only 33.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Colin noticed
that the tide had gone out far enough to allow us to walk from Broad Haven to
Little Haven on the flat sandy beach instead of climbing the hill between
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was dubious at first because it
looked like rocks at the end of the cliff head we had to walk round.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But looking at the map, I saw it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> marked as sandy at low tide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so it proved to be.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1rhTATdq888cNQO9a8HHb7u23UBwcjuEB9l_WIn3pSZEZvZEQ5HB8xOmpMERf07ODymLpJ9f145EtEPRG_6dZ9l92PxxDN3fG1JpqepkgUKUqHjsCWk_tleO17Y_jJho_o2s/s1024/16.+Broad+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1rhTATdq888cNQO9a8HHb7u23UBwcjuEB9l_WIn3pSZEZvZEQ5HB8xOmpMERf07ODymLpJ9f145EtEPRG_6dZ9l92PxxDN3fG1JpqepkgUKUqHjsCWk_tleO17Y_jJho_o2s/w400-h300/16.+Broad+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We descended
towards Broad haven gently <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(hooray!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my knees can cope with gently!)</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and where the map said we exited on to the
road, we didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The path continued
behind a bank which was next to the road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We came to a seat which was quite sheltered, so we sat on it to eat our
chocolate.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPraEqgFurCpS_LLpFqtYEhUtNSvU69UjAyCm55h9Yz4S7D_sTi9bplwFumPPIgCveXYnTT3CjkBvG1gl7H-pQbquylVjqPLbwTCG31HyFMpPcG7S3ewhrkQJXp8QHnYIlTAJ/s1024/18.+Oil+tanker+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPraEqgFurCpS_LLpFqtYEhUtNSvU69UjAyCm55h9Yz4S7D_sTi9bplwFumPPIgCveXYnTT3CjkBvG1gl7H-pQbquylVjqPLbwTCG31HyFMpPcG7S3ewhrkQJXp8QHnYIlTAJ/s320/18.+Oil+tanker+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We used the loos
in Broad Haven, and when I came out I found Colin trying to take a photograph
through the river bridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
photographing oil tankers waiting to get into Milford Haven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went straight on to the beach and made
towards the cliff head to the south.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
rounded it easily on the sand — a lovely walk!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRkEpVIxq0wzk9nb6I_psoyZd7NMRwkDSFjHZxemDaqZgVeMZP3Fq6zSgdsi4Jo_OFkuIuCpHC0yYToK6IHGCQT4zgRb00VPb82kIqzYvm85Q4nBWO62GWnLv-M2f1a2FYF94u/s1024/23.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRkEpVIxq0wzk9nb6I_psoyZd7NMRwkDSFjHZxemDaqZgVeMZP3Fq6zSgdsi4Jo_OFkuIuCpHC0yYToK6IHGCQT4zgRb00VPb82kIqzYvm85Q4nBWO62GWnLv-M2f1a2FYF94u/w400-h300/23.+Geology+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There are lots
of caves in the cliffs at several different levels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the geology looked interesting too, a lot
has happened to those rocks over geological time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnix6BvLJgHzK02cgVUmzsh1CikvdyXMA5B9JLtmYU85drqzAMtHvBBfLy7RLeRTFrHTgX1UsS9VGMRu2HXLo53QXNqoDifXcX1gq1wck4Sm7ktzQ2BP2IUv0BESt8ydzzW8OD/s1024/22.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnix6BvLJgHzK02cgVUmzsh1CikvdyXMA5B9JLtmYU85drqzAMtHvBBfLy7RLeRTFrHTgX1UsS9VGMRu2HXLo53QXNqoDifXcX1gq1wck4Sm7ktzQ2BP2IUv0BESt8ydzzW8OD/w400-h300/22.+Geology+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOEuSJTng9jD2cPYsl2VditgL_tgm3epPFJcPh06nitpH9tR_aGqT3Y62TB2MNl9ciUdMFyDLZczUwcmIc7yjQjI30qrpDalBY8u11UQi0VHaXJbitDhyPw5wj9CDDVVBIBLo/s1024/20.+Houses+on+cliff+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOEuSJTng9jD2cPYsl2VditgL_tgm3epPFJcPh06nitpH9tR_aGqT3Y62TB2MNl9ciUdMFyDLZczUwcmIc7yjQjI30qrpDalBY8u11UQi0VHaXJbitDhyPw5wj9CDDVVBIBLo/s320/20.+Houses+on+cliff+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We were mighty glad we didn’t have to climb up
to the top of those cliffs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wouldn’t
like to live in those houses at the top of the cliffs either — they might have
wonderful views but I don’t think that cliffs are a very safe environment.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We rounded
another smaller headland (oh! it was so wonderful to be walking on flat sand!)
and came immediately to Little Haven where we walked up the slipway.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMYnoF5yvoY4rNTvm9iL5M8w2WybolZAcOPL1pz04GwKP9MKodDotkhT7C61fNcTai0AeL1hLAl_eZtR5ANRRdAQeLM468gR2svqgK_-m9U7ubkYfb6dJZpaxocssfI2PLllv/s1024/24.+Little+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMYnoF5yvoY4rNTvm9iL5M8w2WybolZAcOPL1pz04GwKP9MKodDotkhT7C61fNcTai0AeL1hLAl_eZtR5ANRRdAQeLM468gR2svqgK_-m9U7ubkYfb6dJZpaxocssfI2PLllv/w400-h300/24.+Little+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> That ended Walk no.381, we shall pick up Walk no.382
next time on Little Haven beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was ten
past three, so the Walk had taken us three hours and fifty minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>We walked to the car park where we
deposited our gear in the car, then went to the pub which was opposite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Wouldn’t like to eat there — very
expensive!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We then drove back to the
caravan where again we had tea and cream cakes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></span></div>
Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-80990746109586104812017-08-09T16:04:00.131+01:002020-11-18T16:54:35.468+00:00Walk 380 -- Solva to Nolton Haven<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]--><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 93 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 235 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly sunny with a stiff breeze.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Solva to Nolton Haven.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>8 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3893½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Challenging!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly undulating
cliff paths with numerous deep clefts accessed by lots of steps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A good stretch of beautiful sandy beach, and
a little road.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out when
it mattered!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos.917, 918, 919, 920, 921, 922, 923 and 924
near the start of the Walk, no.925 nearer the end.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
caravanning near Whitesands
Beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning we drove to Nolton Haven where
we parked in the free car park.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
caught a bus to Solva.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we came to the car park in Nolton Haven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We drove straight back to the caravan where
we had tea and cream cakes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiyjg9HhFup9s4TUDvAQu-hp6r_CjPihCSwvtVtTp78PiLdLwLySyZ7rXXc1QoDK95OW6se7_9KhUCjzkVRtsUEg8trM2Q-AXR7qw-a3r9YJPdmNIZ6pD0C_EnyVbdmza0FFU/s1024/1.+Lime+kilns+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiyjg9HhFup9s4TUDvAQu-hp6r_CjPihCSwvtVtTp78PiLdLwLySyZ7rXXc1QoDK95OW6se7_9KhUCjzkVRtsUEg8trM2Q-AXR7qw-a3r9YJPdmNIZ6pD0C_EnyVbdmza0FFU/s320/1.+Lime+kilns+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We started today’s Walk near the lime kilns where the coast path rises up
on the south side of the Solva inlet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
came to a stone telling us that this little headland was donated to the
National Trust in 1937 by the former landowner in memory of his father and
grandfather.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz882DQxeQRYOCt7R3BzihZpTShOVg5ukW0ZyEkowuKChF8ay4d1uZyVDkjEjBZTZbiiPytb5mM_nx9ODgVTSahaZhKK58c2_tDd-1ATyilESdcXQkq3CdJUD0fkGhgqpTgVOp/s1024/4.+R+above+Gwadn+Beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz882DQxeQRYOCt7R3BzihZpTShOVg5ukW0ZyEkowuKChF8ay4d1uZyVDkjEjBZTZbiiPytb5mM_nx9ODgVTSahaZhKK58c2_tDd-1ATyilESdcXQkq3CdJUD0fkGhgqpTgVOp/w400-h300/4.+R+above+Gwadn+Beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>When we got to the top we realised
that almost immediately there was a deep cleft which we had to descend all the
way to sea level again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found this
very difficult with my new knees, especially the right one which is only a few
months old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All those steps!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I managed it.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbGuDY7ukTkwHOYM63B7DBRyE7-ihFkzM1byc5Hvcx_m0CSdk3cCewYyYsqInoH6VA2m3O8KB92oGGhKIFlhDLGgQfPRIJG9-5ZvbFYkz7ocKz2X_IZ61vnjA6686C7sO_Jh9/s1024/5.+Wooden+footbridge+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbGuDY7ukTkwHOYM63B7DBRyE7-ihFkzM1byc5Hvcx_m0CSdk3cCewYyYsqInoH6VA2m3O8KB92oGGhKIFlhDLGgQfPRIJG9-5ZvbFYkz7ocKz2X_IZ61vnjA6686C7sO_Jh9/w200-h150/5.+Wooden+footbridge+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="color: #20124d;"> There was a wooden footbridge to cross the stream at the bottom and a
shingle beach, but I was pleased to find that the actual path was on grass
behind it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we had to climb all the
way up to the top of the cliff again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
didn’t find this nearly so difficult as coming down even though it was tiring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were a lot of people walking the coast
path today in both directions — Pembrokeshire coast path is very well known and
popular with walkers from all over the world.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPRzWScpAlMTsKcVUKhsXl0MXr3WBafdfZAum_-WwcxaLjFQTxF5KuWhKxkNbbYAinrhQLq3vZt9AGrr2OzOM-uGl9PruXooErq2FYJxknK99DhRCxrHUAmep3VHS1rY0Elbg/s1024/8.+Dinas+Fawr+ahead+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPRzWScpAlMTsKcVUKhsXl0MXr3WBafdfZAum_-WwcxaLjFQTxF5KuWhKxkNbbYAinrhQLq3vZt9AGrr2OzOM-uGl9PruXooErq2FYJxknK99DhRCxrHUAmep3VHS1rY0Elbg/w400-h300/8.+Dinas+Fawr+ahead+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhmOIv4rwgsUfM-w-xhQMwkzRQg6EGWIgzc2RGmvPSMaAVly4o3CMebG2QyYC4afXx_cuvI3Ns-9xnTIHm0LezLmSjxWMZPd2s8xrS-ExAJriix9d0DSVR-ikruXMAwjOoj8S/s1024/9.+Caterpillar+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhmOIv4rwgsUfM-w-xhQMwkzRQg6EGWIgzc2RGmvPSMaAVly4o3CMebG2QyYC4afXx_cuvI3Ns-9xnTIHm0LezLmSjxWMZPd2s8xrS-ExAJriix9d0DSVR-ikruXMAwjOoj8S/w200-h150/9.+Caterpillar+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We had spectacular views of the cliffs and rocks all the way along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lot has happened over geological time to
these twisted rocks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was OK walking
in the wind but it was too cold to sit in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So when we came across a bank sheltered by gorse bushes we made use of
it and sat there to eat our pasties <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(not <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">on</b> the gorse bushes, silly, on the
grass bank in front of them!)</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISWzKWXGX9gDwpbZnOZCysxrquZRhMRz7ujdNU6dGMOEXqxZYNAtSjXvD6SYXssg-ClipLluFyrKcLzpSkXe8cMnG7vhf6BrmzIEUvHF9YWyOmf3oHyvQY9tV7hS657rtFXl7/s1024/10.+Clifftop+view+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISWzKWXGX9gDwpbZnOZCysxrquZRhMRz7ujdNU6dGMOEXqxZYNAtSjXvD6SYXssg-ClipLluFyrKcLzpSkXe8cMnG7vhf6BrmzIEUvHF9YWyOmf3oHyvQY9tV7hS657rtFXl7/w400-h300/10.+Clifftop+view+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEf0flqElLxdrtyx-h-mq2ilqdteCwBMLrF7fznuwFoBibIWWlcQkv8uD8KtW05SmeMpsFapnt9fKcfQ_wZry5qPWld_uc-sGZ4rb6TR-d_iNP6gp419A_9t7p9stR4fjq__T/s1024/11.+Toadstool+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEf0flqElLxdrtyx-h-mq2ilqdteCwBMLrF7fznuwFoBibIWWlcQkv8uD8KtW05SmeMpsFapnt9fKcfQ_wZry5qPWld_uc-sGZ4rb6TR-d_iNP6gp419A_9t7p9stR4fjq__T/w200-h150/11.+Toadstool+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Colin
saw a bird of prey on the cliffs, he thought it might be a peregrine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was too far away to photograph.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> The path was more ‘undulating’ than it appeared on the map — at least it
seemed so to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We kept coming to deep
clefts, and each one I found more difficult to get down to the bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of the steps were <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">huge</i></b> — I tried to avoid
them by stepping down the side but this was not always possible.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAN4EBR4hkLFDt2jGLhuzrAr7ipHZEnBXGyJhAI_zsdP9DYeL4ntX_AJq2m-zkTvSEMV6ZQzUbrQNRquBqbFtoi3xogWvRYqteYk6dMNKsZFPn5tOIT23aLZWfjDsaCzPeYlQS/s1024/12.+Pen+Dinas+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAN4EBR4hkLFDt2jGLhuzrAr7ipHZEnBXGyJhAI_zsdP9DYeL4ntX_AJq2m-zkTvSEMV6ZQzUbrQNRquBqbFtoi3xogWvRYqteYk6dMNKsZFPn5tOIT23aLZWfjDsaCzPeYlQS/w400-h300/12.+Pen+Dinas+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We sat on a low bank to eat our bananas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin had to pull me up when it was time to
go because I cannot kneel on my new knees and I haven’t yet the strength in my
legs to pull myself up unaided.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I am
getting stronger and it is getting easier.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKke-nGeAtfgcjNnzE2dTVCy3WQ9z2VQcKsMFv8gB2iI5o5nmgpDeg88tlkEUrw_Rl_mmWKrPaulrHnUR-1aSD4LwY_HoTAvSyGjeCfErKniT5wHDIx77brLIWXRY3ubtSFyeH/s1024/13.+Dinas+Fach+ahead+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKke-nGeAtfgcjNnzE2dTVCy3WQ9z2VQcKsMFv8gB2iI5o5nmgpDeg88tlkEUrw_Rl_mmWKrPaulrHnUR-1aSD4LwY_HoTAvSyGjeCfErKniT5wHDIx77brLIWXRY3ubtSFyeH/w400-h300/13.+Dinas+Fach+ahead+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>From where we were sitting we could see the tide was out on Newgale Beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We discussed the possibility of accessing the beach from one of the deep
clefts and missing out the last couple of hills.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(This
gave me hope)</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We chatted with a
family who were passing — they said they were hoping to do the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But they went on much faster than us, so we
never knew how they got on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-sNCFCxgHrRUQHW8lRlRwtu96bRbHQzh6Y43tMqAu0whc139Ha2uz5sW-tpR-E22H2iBMr9kYNqVhNyhHgsRBWo9jkm24vCJKIQXW8f-gpW279yRwgjcOoVzPtbvSWe9-pQV/s1024/15.+C+on+cliff+path+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-sNCFCxgHrRUQHW8lRlRwtu96bRbHQzh6Y43tMqAu0whc139Ha2uz5sW-tpR-E22H2iBMr9kYNqVhNyhHgsRBWo9jkm24vCJKIQXW8f-gpW279yRwgjcOoVzPtbvSWe9-pQV/w400-h300/15.+C+on+cliff+path+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPKKsAiKuZTg2jNITyH_V_vWZW5ot5CuX2qxYoD2-XGZ2H9S8OXVr40A35gjEVpur2Mj9qfFvaxgyBL9FzeKcc0HHSXfDbrobLKZ_jwVJGl1VMWQ9yo1iUqy-_uR6rmEGW8Mi/s1024/14.+Cave+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPKKsAiKuZTg2jNITyH_V_vWZW5ot5CuX2qxYoD2-XGZ2H9S8OXVr40A35gjEVpur2Mj9qfFvaxgyBL9FzeKcc0HHSXfDbrobLKZ_jwVJGl1VMWQ9yo1iUqy-_uR6rmEGW8Mi/s320/14.+Cave+.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #20124d;">The first cleft we came to didn’t go down to beach level, so we had to
climb out of it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The second one
had a path of sorts, not the official coast path, which led right down.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZLALtv5A1PoWSTkfIqlSS3yllA8FniaZG729GpBTiU3BVvON47DKO6ftyl1v2ilWnWNi04djxF4PXI4jPLNsqzD7Iyher2fOaQRMH3o2wKsbm6iL9lpLBHsLlrH1DH3LPzqU/s1024/24.+The+way+down+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZLALtv5A1PoWSTkfIqlSS3yllA8FniaZG729GpBTiU3BVvON47DKO6ftyl1v2ilWnWNi04djxF4PXI4jPLNsqzD7Iyher2fOaQRMH3o2wKsbm6iL9lpLBHsLlrH1DH3LPzqU/w400-h300/24.+The+way+down+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8kffClrj0ZF2FZKrM4A-ztT0qRMEdh3KKM8_nxdkajOAkIctCRekgZAmb2ta6ODHNpGv2FCZuqcpb3r3gsEjwuTaVkKWPSzLDW3z_gmp028pymlG4rY_nQWWyx2yZdi9kc2A/s1024/26.+What+we+came+down+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8kffClrj0ZF2FZKrM4A-ztT0qRMEdh3KKM8_nxdkajOAkIctCRekgZAmb2ta6ODHNpGv2FCZuqcpb3r3gsEjwuTaVkKWPSzLDW3z_gmp028pymlG4rY_nQWWyx2yZdi9kc2A/s320/26.+What+we+came+down+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It was a bit dodgy at the bottom — the stream
fell down in a lovely little waterfall — but I sat down <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(not in the stream!)</i> and Colin helped me negotiate the last step
which was about eighteen inches high.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At
last we were on a flat beach of firm sand!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyG2bBgkCQPgXhjQknYOYz-g3PG2xp-hEAw0tSeEb6oczTGGYYHIg-wEC44gwViW0FQmU0bqBIfB3OW_-ZBeW9djp86P4XofqtQiqokNoi3loQ2mLmICPrb0It_xbRuNFDir2/s1024/27.+C+on+beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyG2bBgkCQPgXhjQknYOYz-g3PG2xp-hEAw0tSeEb6oczTGGYYHIg-wEC44gwViW0FQmU0bqBIfB3OW_-ZBeW9djp86P4XofqtQiqokNoi3loQ2mLmICPrb0It_xbRuNFDir2/w400-h300/27.+C+on+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It was wonderful to look up at the last couple of hills on the coast path
and smugly realise we didn’t have to climb them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsCmrKhv2gFOt6CV8_ZUxEP5hmAW916WQH_V4YMd87L16aZzpWjAiUBbVvFSOXoSbYu_YfT54sOimoFN3fNszZSLjFPz3ecajS47FNQDx67ijrUzrkFf2v__gWz6EASlA2Nm0/s1024/28.+Rock+arch+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsCmrKhv2gFOt6CV8_ZUxEP5hmAW916WQH_V4YMd87L16aZzpWjAiUBbVvFSOXoSbYu_YfT54sOimoFN3fNszZSLjFPz3ecajS47FNQDx67ijrUzrkFf2v__gWz6EASlA2Nm0/w400-h300/28.+Rock+arch+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>We marvelled at the twisted rocks we were
passing at the bottom of the cliffs we didn’t have to climb.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGw15KEJdqqWr0ZIKBfxBOVSTZ1949QK4BVh40AP5skceF6kxbariLOo9JmNeJj06It32YxOpjtvwJVGzDW5S24HWbuRry-IHIv-8Vgvk-3EMJRJb2jHGv8pBWngnm7sTYDD9/s1024/29.+Geology+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGw15KEJdqqWr0ZIKBfxBOVSTZ1949QK4BVh40AP5skceF6kxbariLOo9JmNeJj06It32YxOpjtvwJVGzDW5S24HWbuRry-IHIv-8Vgvk-3EMJRJb2jHGv8pBWngnm7sTYDD9/w400-h300/29.+Geology+.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>I looked them up later — it turned out they
are Cambrian, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">very</i></b> old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lot has
happened to them over the past hundreds of millions of years.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYFKXwrKyhf4dfGklHWlHBzscwx6RdP6ZZk366yfjMp8Qbvh2NSF8aNvmIC6gOsudZArtscPn_TYpug3D71s7gFwEzVAAWI8OB8-zr8R4C7DCqYEwlndjo1sTd49b0qHm2ZPJ/s1024/30.+Caves+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYFKXwrKyhf4dfGklHWlHBzscwx6RdP6ZZk366yfjMp8Qbvh2NSF8aNvmIC6gOsudZArtscPn_TYpug3D71s7gFwEzVAAWI8OB8-zr8R4C7DCqYEwlndjo1sTd49b0qHm2ZPJ/w400-h300/30.+Caves+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Soon we were out beyond Newgale with its stones along the top of the
beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had been so lucky with the
tide — we had not planned particularly to walk at low tide today — because we
would have been up there on the stones or on the road had the tide been
in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As it was, we walked nearly two
miles on flat sand — <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fabulous!</i></b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was quite breezy, but that made it all the
more pleasant for it wasn’t at all cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The tide was well out and lots of people were enjoying this fantastic
beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many were kite flying, and we
were passed by a sand yacht at one point — it was going very fast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Loose sand was blowing in waves along the
beach, but it was only at ankle level so it was not a nuisance.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We made for a flag which was at the place where the road goes
uphill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The beach continued a little
further than that but we didn’t know if there would be a way up the cliff at
the far end, so we thought we’d better make for the road exit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There we walked up a narrow boardwalk to the
lifeguard shed and sat on a low wall to eat our chocolate.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JKMJauHZLR5rUkJF62RmNvGUwBJw-bzjmjcMKTfEtcBGGyDFtw7IwROumWO0zT3Nmk0ThtGb7H_elB0CHDJJ8FQhF5AgUU2zibkin8HC-mj_8NWke6rCI8Rr3SP2IovvAFVD/s1024/31.+R+climbing+up+again+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="769" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JKMJauHZLR5rUkJF62RmNvGUwBJw-bzjmjcMKTfEtcBGGyDFtw7IwROumWO0zT3Nmk0ThtGb7H_elB0CHDJJ8FQhF5AgUU2zibkin8HC-mj_8NWke6rCI8Rr3SP2IovvAFVD/w480-h640/31.+R+climbing+up+again+.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>From there it was two miles to Nolton Haven where our car was parked, but
what a two miles!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took us a whole
hour longer than it should have done because the path was like a roller-coaster
— up and down, up and down with huge steps to negotiate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My knees were screaming!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First we had to walk about a hundred yards up
the road, then we turned off on a path which immediately went down again — with
lots of steps — almost to sea level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That was when we discovered we could have easily come off the flat beach
at that point!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it was up and down,
up and down far more than was indicated on the map.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkRRXtOhAUTaAXVabc8SGYdmwcS2TaPpy-bezcO4I7o2ZqHmPoFW2NqszX73e8FQ_Rh2fexJb8Nz8V5rnVWloaVJLYs0TJ0RSeHV0NA2_dH91rOAoKwjTWedst0iuHkvbaOUT/s1024/32.+End+of+beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkRRXtOhAUTaAXVabc8SGYdmwcS2TaPpy-bezcO4I7o2ZqHmPoFW2NqszX73e8FQ_Rh2fexJb8Nz8V5rnVWloaVJLYs0TJ0RSeHV0NA2_dH91rOAoKwjTWedst0iuHkvbaOUT/w400-h300/32.+End+of+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>About half way to Nolton Haven we were sent down loads of steps to an
area which was once mined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took me <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ages</i></b>
to get down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only a single chimney and
bits of coal dust scattered on the steps remained to tell us coal was once
mined here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The geology map informed us
that this part of the coast is formed of rocks from the Carboniferous period
labelled “Productive Coal Measures”.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0sTOa2myljxVuLuLqDklKrwoXsFjTQWDBGJV6m0nZf0Gw4FPBdLpxcURxSuYuqT_JPYwYtfYiWs7LCKKi6jF5uQYIZSPK02Oxf1-kuyqd3oOm3VDKeR9D70SLcnIUzfyYGXj/s1024/33.+Chimney+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0sTOa2myljxVuLuLqDklKrwoXsFjTQWDBGJV6m0nZf0Gw4FPBdLpxcURxSuYuqT_JPYwYtfYiWs7LCKKi6jF5uQYIZSPK02Oxf1-kuyqd3oOm3VDKeR9D70SLcnIUzfyYGXj/w400-h300/33.+Chimney+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The beach came to an end about there, and from far back we had wondered
whether we could access the path we were walking on from the beach at this
point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we hadn’t dared risk it
because we didn’t want to have to retrace our steps when we found we
couldn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We could see a sort-of path
going down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin followed it, but came
back to say the end was far too steep for me to have managed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">little</i> comfort, but not much.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizovKsgIZqVrD7lmKgL5tA5FeveGa-prCQxkAKbaoqZzHfPMGxb9NTS8ii-DENYYtdA9YR8IEFClIZ05KoiAaV7BwWsJQk485zgumNjwgNhT6QQAfXjLIGDgB-jE3WQleUDKdu/s1024/34.+End+of+beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizovKsgIZqVrD7lmKgL5tA5FeveGa-prCQxkAKbaoqZzHfPMGxb9NTS8ii-DENYYtdA9YR8IEFClIZ05KoiAaV7BwWsJQk485zgumNjwgNhT6QQAfXjLIGDgB-jE3WQleUDKdu/w400-h300/34.+End+of+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>On we went, up and down, up and down — I really don’t know how my knees
managed, especially the right one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
the surgeon had told me my knees were so secure I couldn’t damage them no
matter what I did, but that didn’t stop them from aching horribly!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4GUgZWhSQxLNwH83ACMzLBtPtCxgacb5_o6XslXSFMyDPAdkMpc0gwTUxgVn2wADMu023VMHdyhkzxaxooigU51oiJy__C08VID8j0xobEOjGRgq1E7DovdJ_bjbyFerUua8/s1024/35.+The+path+onwards+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4GUgZWhSQxLNwH83ACMzLBtPtCxgacb5_o6XslXSFMyDPAdkMpc0gwTUxgVn2wADMu023VMHdyhkzxaxooigU51oiJy__C08VID8j0xobEOjGRgq1E7DovdJ_bjbyFerUua8/w400-h300/35.+The+path+onwards+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_IliSPNcOKicqseMI3xljV8ViTQt4G79Llcu6eJ1QKQRFoIP3V7FEgUQSZ-vsjR7xUefHaMuh-2Vg6Eu2UpnzESX8l5zb6ovPzH5nproPuj5XJmHs67k3SgKgScvxaSIIAAf/s1024/36.+Rock+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_IliSPNcOKicqseMI3xljV8ViTQt4G79Llcu6eJ1QKQRFoIP3V7FEgUQSZ-vsjR7xUefHaMuh-2Vg6Eu2UpnzESX8l5zb6ovPzH5nproPuj5XJmHs67k3SgKgScvxaSIIAAf/s320/36.+Rock+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We had to go down a particularly long flight
of steps to a vertical rock which was stuck up as if it was a standing
stone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I’m pretty sure it was
natural.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was difficult to photograph
it because the sun was directly above it, but I had a go.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0FcizEyMnL7ShU_NzHOSG26eulJFqLcbGJqPW-07CpbYlQJrq9y_QT5N5YCUAo88sImgOGQX1GfUpsOuLXFdgNLZgX7I46AigUHDCjnyL9CXsW4bT8J5wKs7fgWBXYyfj2Tm/s1024/37.+Toadstool+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0FcizEyMnL7ShU_NzHOSG26eulJFqLcbGJqPW-07CpbYlQJrq9y_QT5N5YCUAo88sImgOGQX1GfUpsOuLXFdgNLZgX7I46AigUHDCjnyL9CXsW4bT8J5wKs7fgWBXYyfj2Tm/s320/37.+Toadstool+.JPG" /></a></div>There was a family sitting there
resting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A bit later they passed us on
the path, and I noticed that one of the teenage girls was struggling along in
high-heeled shoes!!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We saw some more large toadstools, beautiful!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had been seeing them all along this path.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EPUypOhsG8ekH_8x1h7wL5CwDrAvgWWY0jTAPyORuhvAD1rQjyNYvtaqY3i4VE3uWjdzRInddih9Ef1_hl_3T_StdimiRJXpb0YGaVYQ0y5awpOQnN8lBRlMBqXB9cJC2Lpy/s1024/38.+Nolton+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EPUypOhsG8ekH_8x1h7wL5CwDrAvgWWY0jTAPyORuhvAD1rQjyNYvtaqY3i4VE3uWjdzRInddih9Ef1_hl_3T_StdimiRJXpb0YGaVYQ0y5awpOQnN8lBRlMBqXB9cJC2Lpy/w400-h300/38.+Nolton+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>At last we came within sight of Nolton Haven, a lovely little beach
tucked away in the cliffs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quite a few
families were enjoying themselves there even though it was, by now, early
evening when most families had departed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We were relieved to get to the bottom of the steps knowing that our car
was only a few yards away in the free car park.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_VwQp1xzy5I9MxZpMagAXhZsNLXYwfFxtt8yerI0vAQxvyvtrBAiQVjqOYSbC4GUyGBhDnmBFQ_oh5-cQ5dZc66wayNPeB0cCq0HKEA31F9cftN3GCaJY7bcgaxOqPIcYDHu/s1024/39.+Nolton+Haven+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_VwQp1xzy5I9MxZpMagAXhZsNLXYwfFxtt8yerI0vAQxvyvtrBAiQVjqOYSbC4GUyGBhDnmBFQ_oh5-cQ5dZc66wayNPeB0cCq0HKEA31F9cftN3GCaJY7bcgaxOqPIcYDHu/w400-h300/39.+Nolton+Haven+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>That ended Walk no.380, we shall pick up Walk no.381
next time on Nolton Haven beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was twenty-five
to seven, so the Walk had taken us six hours and fifty minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>We drove straight back to the caravan
where we had tea and cream cakes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;">
</span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-87796008461218724152017-08-07T17:44:00.140+01:002020-10-27T18:57:49.968+00:00Walk 379 -- St Non's to Solva<p><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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</p><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 91 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 233 days.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly a hazy sun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was warm with a welcome breeze in exposed
places.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>St Non’s to Solva.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>5 miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3885½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Undulating cliff paths.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>No.451, Afon Solva in Solva.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No.916 near start of Walk.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday we
returned to Whitesands with our caravan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This morning we drove to Solva, but this time we parked in a wide layby
at the top of town to save a £5 parking fee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We caught a bus to St David’s and walked down to St Non’s.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we came to the car park in Solva.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We bought ice creams and enjoyed them sitting at a picnic table on the
other side of the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The car park
attendant had gone home, so Colin walked the half mile up the road and brought
the car down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We drove back to our
caravan.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSj5J_UXj0VKH8_9Be-yhTZkmwzp-Kjcq9qB2SBKRS54inOq3SKVJA3qFp5sDPbR68ns5shyrRVpldDtXqOXd_PPnvWW0ssWV9mOOSa670uikuD8VzwGl7uAcoGB0lLYeXb1b/s1024/1.+Lizard+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSj5J_UXj0VKH8_9Be-yhTZkmwzp-Kjcq9qB2SBKRS54inOq3SKVJA3qFp5sDPbR68ns5shyrRVpldDtXqOXd_PPnvWW0ssWV9mOOSa670uikuD8VzwGl7uAcoGB0lLYeXb1b/s320/1.+Lizard+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>About six weeks later we came back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was a lovely sunny day, but not nearly so hot as it was when I was
taken ill back in June.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in full
health and raring to go!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We saw two
lizards on a stone wall on our way down to St Non’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was delighted, he loves reptiles and
stopped to photograph them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat on a
bench by the well to eat our pasties.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyTQOoV7ktZen3cSpwSt1RY8Hd-UMs5AgTFVRjzmOMcBcGIK0G4oOs1sIzVpsyJPJPRaX12DvhbpLvUU1hRUAoS3uN-1fuqN0aqOFURLmh1aV2JiyklbvpyI1HuNcapS5ecN3-/s1024/2.+Well+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyTQOoV7ktZen3cSpwSt1RY8Hd-UMs5AgTFVRjzmOMcBcGIK0G4oOs1sIzVpsyJPJPRaX12DvhbpLvUU1hRUAoS3uN-1fuqN0aqOFURLmh1aV2JiyklbvpyI1HuNcapS5ecN3-/w400-h300/2.+Well+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Soon we were out on the coast path again with its wonderful views.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwcKa2yOhBjdPyQCIfFymJqkvBvwtzYWxEonmIEFWZ503m19QzTAMWvN3v6ad3pt_8ZionzrEUu6jIC75Sv0UwNnhAM2LO2fL9ad7KtRGYcVg12_7rheBs8tF0EN7j6xYaXld/s1024/5.+Coast+path+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwcKa2yOhBjdPyQCIfFymJqkvBvwtzYWxEonmIEFWZ503m19QzTAMWvN3v6ad3pt_8ZionzrEUu6jIC75Sv0UwNnhAM2LO2fL9ad7KtRGYcVg12_7rheBs8tF0EN7j6xYaXld/w400-h300/5.+Coast+path+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-B1fM3zzzCutk1iW11olKLO3zTr3gm-ilIhAMhX6pwKo8tTevf-50t8sevC5VAz3244GdyjDTsls5wGbMjNgMQL92wlOqWhhiPairysR43QN3ks2wsZ2qevaPtl9dgb79SXA/s1024/6.+Cormorant+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-B1fM3zzzCutk1iW11olKLO3zTr3gm-ilIhAMhX6pwKo8tTevf-50t8sevC5VAz3244GdyjDTsls5wGbMjNgMQL92wlOqWhhiPairysR43QN3ks2wsZ2qevaPtl9dgb79SXA/w200-h150/6.+Cormorant+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>There were lots of walkers today, we don’t
think we have ever been on such a crowded coast path — usually we are on our
own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it was good to see whole
families out walking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The heather was in
bloom, and we saw a cormorant on a rock.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnsxnemYGOR60Eq7wJjMxwjsZJ2QeynUIvb7ar7YTtYGFoWyMDsNz-4oZUTl_2vXuAj0CJ4TbcK1FsYxVnn1BdMLwqPpKGPSY9pXfJlNBrPfTeCxuhgUidGJfpsmvHQpw4cWm/s1024/4.+Heather+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnsxnemYGOR60Eq7wJjMxwjsZJ2QeynUIvb7ar7YTtYGFoWyMDsNz-4oZUTl_2vXuAj0CJ4TbcK1FsYxVnn1BdMLwqPpKGPSY9pXfJlNBrPfTeCxuhgUidGJfpsmvHQpw4cWm/w400-h300/4.+Heather+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There is a lovely sandy beach at Caerfai.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The large campsite on the cliffs above was full of tents this glorious
August day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TFk8nvRWKJYBgatkn2CNDet71fiiuJXdtTxwK_FLPFJTrAwC3dbH_U2WYi9Fzem7MErgP0tYO5blU-RZxbgcTt9fWy6jEKLAqk1QSeHiEf1XhJzdmd_GGUjhjrBsr8e_RzZN/s1024/8.+Caerfai+Beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TFk8nvRWKJYBgatkn2CNDet71fiiuJXdtTxwK_FLPFJTrAwC3dbH_U2WYi9Fzem7MErgP0tYO5blU-RZxbgcTt9fWy6jEKLAqk1QSeHiEf1XhJzdmd_GGUjhjrBsr8e_RzZN/w400-h300/8.+Caerfai+Beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>It was lovely to see so many
children enjoying camping for their holidays.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Our own four children used to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">love</i>
the freedom of a campsite, it was the only type of holiday we could afford when
they were growing up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As adults they now
appreciate that we couldn’t have taken them to the huge variety of places that
we did if we hadn’t taken a tent for our accommodation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got as far as Venice one year!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeamD4xhS9p297x9a8CirYLEza7XCsCUWEX5zfLTgZt0cjCDU3iz4WG5zoGzCHw35ziJTS6Hg1HSNkmNF9PiXD25PvjugYj6oGtJhRfY_nWB1kBXmSn-_QZ4JukuHBh7YwFxI/s1024/9.+Caerfai+Beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeamD4xhS9p297x9a8CirYLEza7XCsCUWEX5zfLTgZt0cjCDU3iz4WG5zoGzCHw35ziJTS6Hg1HSNkmNF9PiXD25PvjugYj6oGtJhRfY_nWB1kBXmSn-_QZ4JukuHBh7YwFxI/w400-h300/9.+Caerfai+Beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Here at Caerfai lots of families were coming
and going on the steep path down to the beach carrying all their paraphernalia
— including boats!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">There was some confusion for us on the paths above the sands, it was not
well signposted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We didn’t want to go
down to the beach, just continue along the coast path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We managed it in the end by using our
initiative — <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">what’s that?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stayed high up, the people down below on
the beach looked like ants.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACUMhCXp7w0yVYiGLkAHLIs9X9UnW9bjG5ExPEbGPCMh38bcFtQe8A0GU8r8jxFbNOGgKr5g1C0ibEIIDK3YYklg4hJIx_d8fIJTp4C3NeEA4F1Rp0yS2UHJR-IKOTT_w84fa/s1024/10.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACUMhCXp7w0yVYiGLkAHLIs9X9UnW9bjG5ExPEbGPCMh38bcFtQe8A0GU8r8jxFbNOGgKr5g1C0ibEIIDK3YYklg4hJIx_d8fIJTp4C3NeEA4F1Rp0yS2UHJR-IKOTT_w84fa/w400-h300/10.+Geology+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>We marvelled
at the twisted and colourful geology in the cliffs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhugUWlh_tg31nx9IYOlvhuY_t5SmV9bi6MOTkb8-ntnCselTFuz0nXWNOT2mZuNTpK264LnwOpjbia0Km30M1C4U6lLJf_R75f9iynYDHBXJuBuk0MYFPL-dvVSZzKlDjFVd/s1024/11.+Cleft+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhugUWlh_tg31nx9IYOlvhuY_t5SmV9bi6MOTkb8-ntnCselTFuz0nXWNOT2mZuNTpK264LnwOpjbia0Km30M1C4U6lLJf_R75f9iynYDHBXJuBuk0MYFPL-dvVSZzKlDjFVd/w400-h300/11.+Cleft+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cWRUoDrTyvQYF2fnl4g3ovr3A4KIzF3LehRTlrMhFvyp3n4ssa9fL9KD0QjLpp3BmbrlljJ-I0yFfQdHg7iu01QufGOGrYnar8Cie7e7tyQ6uFCcRqXDkAYOvoRYUk3hFeKo/s1024/12.+Cleft+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cWRUoDrTyvQYF2fnl4g3ovr3A4KIzF3LehRTlrMhFvyp3n4ssa9fL9KD0QjLpp3BmbrlljJ-I0yFfQdHg7iu01QufGOGrYnar8Cie7e7tyQ6uFCcRqXDkAYOvoRYUk3hFeKo/s320/12.+Cleft+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We came to a deep cleft which was very steep down and very steep up the
other side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My knees did <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i></b>
like it, especially my right knee going down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After all, that knee is only six months old!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I managed it, I always do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Determination is the key.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4MFiBU9RBHe_1FP4wM_idpBnmhVSo3fkU819K3SorITFIpChmatKRn6ydwA1TgtyEofaeO_VKO0Jy0Q0z9hYjIebuSzAzwapzLqMTZjN7_0jvKh4TcnydFl0wsLDRrJAl-Xl/s1024/13.+C+%2526+toadstool+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4MFiBU9RBHe_1FP4wM_idpBnmhVSo3fkU819K3SorITFIpChmatKRn6ydwA1TgtyEofaeO_VKO0Jy0Q0z9hYjIebuSzAzwapzLqMTZjN7_0jvKh4TcnydFl0wsLDRrJAl-Xl/w150-h200/13.+C+%2526+toadstool+.JPG" width="150" /></a></div> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">There were giant toadstools on the cliff
which Colin photographed from all angles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We passed some ponies grazing, and looked back at more fantastic
geology.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were into <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Wow!”</i></b>
overload.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhnwtJYSXDhzGVkdMCUUvf7x8iUEIHQ7192jRohDhTge1KVEnswbzawY2pe0IKTA_1dRNlDUt7vg5kx8ndFtpX-4KiiPIchFLIr4yukcJk2yjTJsAzwFlMJ9yFnsRsZgJcejs/s1024/16.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhnwtJYSXDhzGVkdMCUUvf7x8iUEIHQ7192jRohDhTge1KVEnswbzawY2pe0IKTA_1dRNlDUt7vg5kx8ndFtpX-4KiiPIchFLIr4yukcJk2yjTJsAzwFlMJ9yFnsRsZgJcejs/w400-h300/16.+Geology+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>My legs were aching a lot, so when we reached the Trelerw inlet we found
a bank to sit on and have a rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
eat our chocolate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After that the path
was easier until we got to the next cleft about a mile away.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XiPQsym0-VLlmK8vM1G2A2Y261g7iUpO2AAenQOKn20H5w8HYdH0LhT5lCtw6I0nVtNq4UtjLwEomVdSBCBKmW5cFkf9KZhJ9J1lfUOgle3gBKYpRihW5ALkJNoqHIk5ao9a/s1024/18.+View+ahead+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XiPQsym0-VLlmK8vM1G2A2Y261g7iUpO2AAenQOKn20H5w8HYdH0LhT5lCtw6I0nVtNq4UtjLwEomVdSBCBKmW5cFkf9KZhJ9J1lfUOgle3gBKYpRihW5ALkJNoqHIk5ao9a/w400-h300/18.+View+ahead+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi99EeRRhjmLvcHDdDmh3J85Z-ChDxfBzXuXTlKBEgBqxRfAG5Vt1lsXLSiAMizd07b06JgvVJrq9DP09v3MOroSu2oLiEwzcuhHJAKBKXBz3X38TzlMSaZzTCrLfiYIWzFIIG/s1024/19.+Rocks+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi99EeRRhjmLvcHDdDmh3J85Z-ChDxfBzXuXTlKBEgBqxRfAG5Vt1lsXLSiAMizd07b06JgvVJrq9DP09v3MOroSu2oLiEwzcuhHJAKBKXBz3X38TzlMSaZzTCrLfiYIWzFIIG/s320/19.+Rocks+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We were caught up by a group of people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There was a couple with three moaning children, and another couple with
the man carrying a tiny baby in his arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The baby was asleep, and it had no hat in the glaring sun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was concerned, so Colin asked the father if
they had a hat for the baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He brushed
him off with, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“I think my wife has one!”</i>
but didn’t put anything on the poor little mite’s head until much later, and then
they only draped a tissue over it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OEU4j1HtOi5LGkndHDrmYfV2VgoaTKg88VWmhozth9TUbDhYIyGNZxK6npnUvYN2a6br-90Q7akAE5RuirSwavmUcSpi0eXxVCoY8Qyh7cRjTwNQCrBdSRoKwyLiv9-7ZRUw/s1024/20.+Coast+path+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OEU4j1HtOi5LGkndHDrmYfV2VgoaTKg88VWmhozth9TUbDhYIyGNZxK6npnUvYN2a6br-90Q7akAE5RuirSwavmUcSpi0eXxVCoY8Qyh7cRjTwNQCrBdSRoKwyLiv9-7ZRUw/w400-h300/20.+Coast+path+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLb9d8rLICjJsOiww6g5Uvw0j1n_OWdFkgvJoaSBHF3LOSM54ZrzfdYOvxU0XGUAXNqTZpwP3V9-ypM27dqAu4idaDWKw2yTz-hQw_OZpkjcjIAPev_EJc4EIpd1CGtCRl9bG/s1024/21.+Rocks+on+beach+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLb9d8rLICjJsOiww6g5Uvw0j1n_OWdFkgvJoaSBHF3LOSM54ZrzfdYOvxU0XGUAXNqTZpwP3V9-ypM27dqAu4idaDWKw2yTz-hQw_OZpkjcjIAPev_EJc4EIpd1CGtCRl9bG/s320/21.+Rocks+on+beach+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We
stood aside to let them all pass, then further on they stopped so we passed
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This happened <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">three times</i></b>, by which point
we were getting intensely irritated by them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The kids were moaning that they were lost, and their father kept
vigorously denying this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eventually the
baby’s father discreetly asked us where we were walking to and how far it
was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He seemed relieved when we answered
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Solva!”</i> and that it was less than
two miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They hadn’t a clue — any of them!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsoyc0LUQskdFX26kRf9IkFmIWRWHtg8P5NIj41NMPbr9CAHIP2BQ7kAAhNv8EypKDWn_aVXhEeaAeG0ZWoPyQNqQrarQLgGU1uCe3dd2alIXWKq8_JoaR2r3fcUlw-RAaONH/s1024/22.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsoyc0LUQskdFX26kRf9IkFmIWRWHtg8P5NIj41NMPbr9CAHIP2BQ7kAAhNv8EypKDWn_aVXhEeaAeG0ZWoPyQNqQrarQLgGU1uCe3dd2alIXWKq8_JoaR2r3fcUlw-RAaONH/w400-h300/22.+Geology+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixazr1cko2j5VnWyvzA0ldQs7y49_pPFmBrTOiut0XVVX_cHZw3IrUZhi3qY1su81UVDrgGaJPgXdFv2EWRm1mGwEuUyPXvr2t9XnzxJrC1cigcFMt66Uwu-3pB3C5TVQNa8d/s1024/23.+Geology+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixazr1cko2j5VnWyvzA0ldQs7y49_pPFmBrTOiut0XVVX_cHZw3IrUZhi3qY1su81UVDrgGaJPgXdFv2EWRm1mGwEuUyPXvr2t9XnzxJrC1cigcFMt66Uwu-3pB3C5TVQNa8d/s320/23.+Geology+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I found the Nine Wells cleft very difficult to descend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My knees, especially the right one, didn’t
like it <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">at all</i></b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I managed to get
up the other side, but I thought my right knee was going to give way it was so
painful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really did wonder if I had
come back to coastal walking too soon — but I had been doing so well up ’til
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We found a bank where I could sit
down and I took paracetamol.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least
the moaning family had moved on by then and we didn’t see them again — <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">relief!</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After about ten minutes the pain eased so we carried on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The path was good and fairly flat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The exercise of walking on an even surface
eased the pain in my knee even more until it felt quite normal again.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL9MgFLdzZ2AUl8L4F5U90AbbSnxuydKcwjWCMXN-Njg2nLKaVcyIOstesbeHlpsZUeKefe5t6ySG2LEULt3znOUEs7ZM_E0j6ynC17Dy0sbN_8EaD4XeZoc7SzaGQy1wFvwY/s1024/27.+Rock+arch+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL9MgFLdzZ2AUl8L4F5U90AbbSnxuydKcwjWCMXN-Njg2nLKaVcyIOstesbeHlpsZUeKefe5t6ySG2LEULt3znOUEs7ZM_E0j6ynC17Dy0sbN_8EaD4XeZoc7SzaGQy1wFvwY/w400-h300/27.+Rock+arch+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0A5obBGJhpYcxNQr7aps4seTSBGVjzHw_xp-TNadeQw3T1LBNA0sOlZhgn7p91oTsboBlJ5XOoET1mZA1GcicaprY-G8KcKwCU3-lI_ofdN8O8MQ2WtWS9dc0Uh7dnJGtJ2Yi/s1024/28.+Rock+arch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0A5obBGJhpYcxNQr7aps4seTSBGVjzHw_xp-TNadeQw3T1LBNA0sOlZhgn7p91oTsboBlJ5XOoET1mZA1GcicaprY-G8KcKwCU3-lI_ofdN8O8MQ2WtWS9dc0Uh7dnJGtJ2Yi/s320/28.+Rock+arch.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>On this stretch we passed even more amazing geology — rocks and cliff
faces eroded into weird patterns and shapes, caves and rock arches.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisA1usgqeTvOhrkoNRL_SvcnWO8nATdWHwUHjKf62HbfSgK-a-3X7gdtBu5R7I3E0f2djJGwhCHRIxMuPJyAmDU4RbyLPS_RKqgU6OmozmWrcf3Xl834lQkDNotdJYHtNsZ-bZ/s1024/25.+Something+in+the+sea+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisA1usgqeTvOhrkoNRL_SvcnWO8nATdWHwUHjKf62HbfSgK-a-3X7gdtBu5R7I3E0f2djJGwhCHRIxMuPJyAmDU4RbyLPS_RKqgU6OmozmWrcf3Xl834lQkDNotdJYHtNsZ-bZ/w200-h150/25.+Something+in+the+sea+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We also saw something in the sea that looked
as if it was once part of a ship, but we really didn’t know what it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin photographed a butterfly that we think
was a ringlet.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7XIgmFiO48Ty1VNXR3m-rU6vgTedtxOVFFO12lgpLoBn1iwTcBPJu8wx2AE7A20pck-OHsE5QH79P_JHfjZpO9UISWaMJX8PnuclEe00iJF6jDrAd-rzDCYosLQ8FVpve-tK/s1024/26.+Butterfly+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7XIgmFiO48Ty1VNXR3m-rU6vgTedtxOVFFO12lgpLoBn1iwTcBPJu8wx2AE7A20pck-OHsE5QH79P_JHfjZpO9UISWaMJX8PnuclEe00iJF6jDrAd-rzDCYosLQ8FVpve-tK/w400-h300/26.+Butterfly+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Colin took a narrow path nearer the cliff edge to get a better view, but
I stuck to the main path — I wasn’t taking any chances with my knees playing
up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I got to the corner Solva came
into view.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0zNvlJuGVI_8XqHn_8w3tpaBu6am5NxoZC8A1vawFAitrgmE1IOPw2cdDiotvBG1W9MFbVu0T5HeSVcmsvc0gVlVzB52JFXx2FQZpZ2d0-61K8ZAVQTq0K9427TRAPMdrrio/s1024/29.+Solva+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0zNvlJuGVI_8XqHn_8w3tpaBu6am5NxoZC8A1vawFAitrgmE1IOPw2cdDiotvBG1W9MFbVu0T5HeSVcmsvc0gVlVzB52JFXx2FQZpZ2d0-61K8ZAVQTq0K9427TRAPMdrrio/w400-h300/29.+Solva+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW6RelXbhvD2tWBXeDNcHyZ7Ii7LSK0yMhSbIigZQVkZJXa35LUHTGx1-Ru77CVdu7ciTLTI74a56toADcqnBpqqLPoxYSkFPqsVA3gWtqnKkfrn5WW8hJKTLnIblj5zQa3Ij/s1024/30.+Solva+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW6RelXbhvD2tWBXeDNcHyZ7Ii7LSK0yMhSbIigZQVkZJXa35LUHTGx1-Ru77CVdu7ciTLTI74a56toADcqnBpqqLPoxYSkFPqsVA3gWtqnKkfrn5WW8hJKTLnIblj5zQa3Ij/w200-h150/30.+Solva+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We were at the sea end of a
long narrow inlet that was full of boats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was very pretty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin’s path
rejoined mine a little further on, but I had to wait for him because his path
was longer.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We were still very high up and Solva is at sea level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The path descended gently at first, but later
it got quite steep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But my knee was OK
this time as I took it <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">very</i></b> slowly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQLtZEv9stWxjPTAJgnP-Dkvb9jHLCNiRIQCzM7eYSWRCV5FZ-yNwEzFRWxDT79BLdkL9Vf4p9MLFOuQQLwt9rporxIUlLAhyJ92dNdAJ8wfthSwqEnRwlCyiKQmuMiiAB_Qu/s1024/32.+Crochet%2521+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQLtZEv9stWxjPTAJgnP-Dkvb9jHLCNiRIQCzM7eYSWRCV5FZ-yNwEzFRWxDT79BLdkL9Vf4p9MLFOuQQLwt9rporxIUlLAhyJ92dNdAJ8wfthSwqEnRwlCyiKQmuMiiAB_Qu/w480-h640/32.+Crochet%2521+.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_6BMPCVd95dwbg1CuJHYecLWRggUtFEd31-CcDDiHE2p-AXgNx0tmCXRziB2VzjPr8yQ5nDnCWMhofj8ERDJtQ3EiWlLh0wjEWCO1Aa1R8K8M6MogNOArCJHZUri05sTAHhk/s1024/33.+Ban+the+Bomb+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_6BMPCVd95dwbg1CuJHYecLWRggUtFEd31-CcDDiHE2p-AXgNx0tmCXRziB2VzjPr8yQ5nDnCWMhofj8ERDJtQ3EiWlLh0wjEWCO1Aa1R8K8M6MogNOArCJHZUri05sTAHhk/w200-h150/33.+Ban+the+Bomb+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>As we got down to sea level we passed a
signpost which had been clothed in crochet!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It looked very pretty — but what a thing for someone to do!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘Ban the Bomb’</i> logo on the old lifeboat shed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know how long ago it was daubed on
there, but we haven’t seen one of those in years.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJ3YXlluTBB-tO38zH2lXswnmxUsJtcocfK9kRyUVK_mp_jZsFx7KGqs8sx0HAINdyzLLYxEWDrMHuSDYh6CG8_n2Eyp2u-wphkhz4B8iR2K_vqIMdostsjinpwwPMBB7RjdA/s1024/34.+Crabbing+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJ3YXlluTBB-tO38zH2lXswnmxUsJtcocfK9kRyUVK_mp_jZsFx7KGqs8sx0HAINdyzLLYxEWDrMHuSDYh6CG8_n2Eyp2u-wphkhz4B8iR2K_vqIMdostsjinpwwPMBB7RjdA/w400-h300/34.+Crabbing+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We passed people crabbing, swimming and boating in this delightful
place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Further on we walked through the
car park, bought ice creams, then crossed the river to sit at a picnic table
near the old lime kilns to eat them.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj8R269_Yc1nBn_9qb_0FSoHzat01u7OX-bpsoEO6WTyN0-oc2ewgdmj85q8VI2CKC7rXCmYLWihQKVLNbxKnA87iwp1Ygu3nHDF9sirQ43YKd0N_5WDJxVnS0o3V8Fi4wdn_/s1024/35.+Lime+kilns+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj8R269_Yc1nBn_9qb_0FSoHzat01u7OX-bpsoEO6WTyN0-oc2ewgdmj85q8VI2CKC7rXCmYLWihQKVLNbxKnA87iwp1Ygu3nHDF9sirQ43YKd0N_5WDJxVnS0o3V8Fi4wdn_/w400-h300/35.+Lime+kilns+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">That ended Walk no.379, we shall pick
up Walk no.380 next time on the bridge in Solva.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was twenty-five to five, so the Walk had
taken us four hours and five minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>The
car park attendant had gone home, so Colin walked the half mile up the road and
brought the car down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We drove back to
our caravan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was a very enjoyable
Walk despite my knees!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-14662094094788275042017-06-19T15:49:00.198+01:002020-10-12T17:00:59.924+01:00Walk 378 -- Porth Clais to St Non's<div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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</xml><![endif]--><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 42/43 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 184/185 days.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>19<sup>th</sup> – Extremely hot and sunny
without a breath of wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>20<sup>th</sup>
– Still hot and sunny but there was a slight cooling breeze.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Porth Clais to St Non’s.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1 mile.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3880½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cliff
paths, slightly undulating.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Didn’t
notice either day.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos.914 & 915 by St Non’s Well.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No.12, the Bishop’s Palace by St David’s
Cathedral.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
holidaying in our caravan near Whitesands
Bay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the morning of the 19<sup>th</sup> Colin
left me at Porth Clais while he drove to Solva (where we intended the Walk to
end), parked the car expensively, caught a bus back to St David’s and walked
down to Porth Clais.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I was taken ill
with heat exhaustion and we only completed half a mile before we had to turn
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We caught a bus — Colin got off in
St David’s, caught another bus back to Solva and brought the car back to the
caravan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile I stayed on the first
bus until I got to the caravan site and spent the rest of the day lying on my
bunk with the blinds down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We wasted
£15.40 on bus fares and car parking today — all for nothing!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">In
the late afternoon of the 20<sup>th</sup> we drove to St Non’s and walked along
the cliffs to the place where we had turned back the day before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We then retraced our steps to St Non’s.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">The
next day we intended completing the Walk to Solva, but it proved to be the
hottest June day since 1976!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not wanting
a repeat of my illness, we didn’t go out walking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next day, the 22<sup>nd</sup>, we
returned to home Malvern.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></b></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></b></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">19<sup>th</sup> June</i></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcTqanreAGlvCeA_qzKLijXOuZqrIO_nkqeQPouFIVsJX7Jmig14pjTsP23N63-6qE8FmwCPxl2CQPL8AIFkCpOfQ9QLp00QhI5CFuGJRmUVv4IaUHap7kkbXm365VT7V8AML/s1024/1.+Robin+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcTqanreAGlvCeA_qzKLijXOuZqrIO_nkqeQPouFIVsJX7Jmig14pjTsP23N63-6qE8FmwCPxl2CQPL8AIFkCpOfQ9QLp00QhI5CFuGJRmUVv4IaUHap7kkbXm365VT7V8AML/w400-h300/1.+Robin+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>While waiting for
Colin at Porth Clais I was getting uncomfortably hot sitting on a seat in the
sun — with a robin for company!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
seemed very tame, and kept perching on the back of the seat where I was
sitting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took several photos of him —
it was magic!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">I moved to another
seat in the shade, but I was still uncomfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My eyes began to sting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought, at first, it was sun cream got
into my eyes, but as it gradually got worse and my nose began to stream I
wondered if it was hay fever — though I have never had hay fever in my
life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time Colin arrived I was
already in a state.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I was determined
to carry on, particularly as Colin had paid £5 to park the car at Solva, £3.70
on his bus fare and then walked from St David’s in intense heat.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgRhJwUvhVGVfMVwMRzuKTC_55QiDlDW9qwRXcO9JJx59pzLGU-Pm2CIszII_2S9qOrPeaFadAAk8h-rIQ4k0pio8AvtHNdO4HbKQFaMYN5EvV8fQFqJtXUSemWHljAf5Nc2-/s1024/2.+Porth+Clais+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgRhJwUvhVGVfMVwMRzuKTC_55QiDlDW9qwRXcO9JJx59pzLGU-Pm2CIszII_2S9qOrPeaFadAAk8h-rIQ4k0pio8AvtHNdO4HbKQFaMYN5EvV8fQFqJtXUSemWHljAf5Nc2-/w400-h300/2.+Porth+Clais+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We started up the
path on the east side of Porth Clais which was quite steep with some huge steps
which my knees didn’t like at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
got to the top where the continuation of the path was much easier as it was
fairly flat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Surely there will be a
breeze up here?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There wasn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nobody we met said, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“What a lovely day!”</i> – they all said, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“It’s too hot!”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We walked
round a little cove to a headland that stuck a little further out, but there
was still not a whisper of a breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was as hot as the Sahara
Desert — at least that’s
what it felt like.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkZSIl0e0d7jcV2Q3RwyTjOQCR7y-xpsHEg2jTGc007d8PlZMHj459l2p-QgnjqiVXvj3QEp5oWjQCIu1Wda1kOlnCm2st7K27JQ5i50oRQdAyTmEcON8fKqxQUgrXYRt6vqO/s1024/3.+Cliffs+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkZSIl0e0d7jcV2Q3RwyTjOQCR7y-xpsHEg2jTGc007d8PlZMHj459l2p-QgnjqiVXvj3QEp5oWjQCIu1Wda1kOlnCm2st7K27JQ5i50oRQdAyTmEcON8fKqxQUgrXYRt6vqO/w400-h300/3.+Cliffs+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>By then my eyes were
stinging so much I could hardly bear to open them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My nose was a constant stream, and all the
tissues I had in my pockets were reduced to soggy lumps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My head was swimming, and I felt
nauseous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I felt dreadful!</i></b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was afraid I might faint, and Colin was
very worried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hated</i></b> having to give in,
but there was no way I could continue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We had walked a mere half mile.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Very slowly and
carefully we returned to Porth Clais where we caught a bus (£1.50 each) – me to
the caravan site where I lay on my bunk with the blinds down for the rest of
the day – and Colin to St David’s where he got on another bus (£3.70) to return
to Solva to pick up the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we spent
£15.40 on bus fares and car parking for <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nothing!</i></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></b></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></b></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">20<sup>th</sup> June</i></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Now fully recovered,
and with a strong breeze to cool us down, Colin suggested we did another half
mile of the cliff path to St Non’s in the late afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This would shorten tomorrow’s Walk to Solva.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We parked at St Non’s and walked west along the
coast path until we came to the point where I’d given up yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There we turned back and walked east.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">There was a rope
looped round a large rock, it snaked away down a sheer cliff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the bottom on a ledge lay a semi-naked
couple looking like two dead bodies!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
they were very much alive, they had taken off their climbing gear and were
sunbathing.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlgkFMvMDJnLMoOrvpja7phWtnPCBRG-rVIUtn9LCZf57FQYlgo2HP_0X9nHZWLA_8_8aPqf3lCwPf-Ai7a2IL9rbLsWYP1tiH9A3VFeTXGYP05yyEFT6B6Rz7TdB1lQpOYoo/s1024/4.+Rocks+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlgkFMvMDJnLMoOrvpja7phWtnPCBRG-rVIUtn9LCZf57FQYlgo2HP_0X9nHZWLA_8_8aPqf3lCwPf-Ai7a2IL9rbLsWYP1tiH9A3VFeTXGYP05yyEFT6B6Rz7TdB1lQpOYoo/w400-h300/4.+Rocks+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYkTL174cktLr7HMdFYTqd1Oprv-cgSJP7R7i4_gc2hOt1MKADf6-4xizYYqk-djj_fLL3mrPQfJmBQvg-K_LrjGpmk_WBsDCcIaWQ8TZmhOLkInO_YAQVO3uGJGOLPB-jvXx/s1024/6.+Gully+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYkTL174cktLr7HMdFYTqd1Oprv-cgSJP7R7i4_gc2hOt1MKADf6-4xizYYqk-djj_fLL3mrPQfJmBQvg-K_LrjGpmk_WBsDCcIaWQ8TZmhOLkInO_YAQVO3uGJGOLPB-jvXx/s320/6.+Gully+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It was only a short
Walk, but we saw rock arches and caves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There were gannets flying around — we saw one dive into the sea straight
as an arrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we saw hosts of
butterflies, mostly red admirals but there were quite a few painted ladies as
well.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehz-DPj9usyJJSF_msFz4C5i5Vud_V9xKpG-b5We6mdEWsxGn99BKApNOTW-ueeVZ9HnY3dhWY0NWoJFMArVE7aY27k3LFvtCWXCbGgnPQFCc0NlGGBNFLmnyVCDDmPMBhGY9/s1024/8.+Rocks+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehz-DPj9usyJJSF_msFz4C5i5Vud_V9xKpG-b5We6mdEWsxGn99BKApNOTW-ueeVZ9HnY3dhWY0NWoJFMArVE7aY27k3LFvtCWXCbGgnPQFCc0NlGGBNFLmnyVCDDmPMBhGY9/w400-h300/8.+Rocks+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrIDSEdlwsnndU_HLCwLg3eU4AbE9A2pjs5kMjfeFPQLrABQFn_3luZ1x2Kojqd8Y2HHFsIz2V2tTfUc5K8mt6lA6ZANT4TGoK6ZwO7fEFgWRdqJGVh_XcvzjtMzeLVZK71BM/s1024/9.+St+Non%2527s+Chapel+.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrIDSEdlwsnndU_HLCwLg3eU4AbE9A2pjs5kMjfeFPQLrABQFn_3luZ1x2Kojqd8Y2HHFsIz2V2tTfUc5K8mt6lA6ZANT4TGoK6ZwO7fEFgWRdqJGVh_XcvzjtMzeLVZK71BM/w200-h150/9.+St+Non%2527s+Chapel+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">We came to the ruins
of st Non’s Chapel, not much of it left now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is reputed to be the place where St Non gave birth to St David, and
is a very sacred spot to the Welsh.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwg50FMnBuNbtvKTbHmaVBiH9xrvquSvb1OfCjXVFFDWnBzEJ6t67j9BY1r4VWwmzekIrkhRIKmO77IbwN9tcQ4a3LvXKxxYTFa5kESFJaXIb3DPW_Kfii3xp2K90EkGUAS7S/s1024/10.+St+Non%2527s+Chapel+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwg50FMnBuNbtvKTbHmaVBiH9xrvquSvb1OfCjXVFFDWnBzEJ6t67j9BY1r4VWwmzekIrkhRIKmO77IbwN9tcQ4a3LvXKxxYTFa5kESFJaXIb3DPW_Kfii3xp2K90EkGUAS7S/w400-h300/10.+St+Non%2527s+Chapel+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HXW6WXZ6D6RMgB9RtdZQbNxcv8G4aQbWyHJ1GuravhCh_7JgVlgH2lxTCaQZkKCe3YhzacTPxDyRybLcEDM4nAhkEny1qKyg_USy8wbu6IyJ-0Q1fspDeAESRbGOEPvvo0tP/s1024/11.+St+Non%2527s+Well+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HXW6WXZ6D6RMgB9RtdZQbNxcv8G4aQbWyHJ1GuravhCh_7JgVlgH2lxTCaQZkKCe3YhzacTPxDyRybLcEDM4nAhkEny1qKyg_USy8wbu6IyJ-0Q1fspDeAESRbGOEPvvo0tP/w200-h150/11.+St+Non%2527s+Well+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Nearby
St Non’s Well is said to have sprung up in a thunderstorm when St David was
born, and the water is said to “cure infirmities”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(We
didn’t try it out.)</i> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmy1dUlhM9jJnnl65JAEBbra5LcE3X0zmOxRgp84d4BeD5smz_qkrfBuHTZyGSZA3A3AnBKSq7pi54l-6rYViEIs3PW84WdIABnLeFTxBb6g2o7NIoFJye_KS02LcGjmCG7HQ/s1024/12.+St+Non%2527s+Well+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmy1dUlhM9jJnnl65JAEBbra5LcE3X0zmOxRgp84d4BeD5smz_qkrfBuHTZyGSZA3A3AnBKSq7pi54l-6rYViEIs3PW84WdIABnLeFTxBb6g2o7NIoFJye_KS02LcGjmCG7HQ/w400-h300/12.+St+Non%2527s+Well+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There is a
retreat centre and modern chapel nearby but it is private.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAvwgmAKDLEbNDxwWfBibNAgay3iJ9EZdfSpzXs7NrpUpNQumfsFTfT-pRA0CAM2WDQ0YEGQmWFv_dLLG3Z3np29rNID6zWBOxsBva6b6oPP5Ovn9SXbNAT6dZ2Rhv66z-A61/s1024/5.+St+Non%2527s+ahead+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAvwgmAKDLEbNDxwWfBibNAgay3iJ9EZdfSpzXs7NrpUpNQumfsFTfT-pRA0CAM2WDQ0YEGQmWFv_dLLG3Z3np29rNID6zWBOxsBva6b6oPP5Ovn9SXbNAT6dZ2Rhv66z-A61/w400-h300/5.+St+Non%2527s+ahead+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Opposite the well is a very Catholic-looking
statue of Our Lady in a grotto.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
reminiscent of Lourdes.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWDICV17ty_HwSJZdyZTC4dmtA0GhApM5iD4ivcjOv8JoaoobbEkcTnytteASZBDxz8UTAYiE15whf6ccsEGcM9vzVdmbXigTevsUenFXvkbl43Y-FioiHiuJRKxRoVqD0V7H/s1024/13.+Ststue+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWDICV17ty_HwSJZdyZTC4dmtA0GhApM5iD4ivcjOv8JoaoobbEkcTnytteASZBDxz8UTAYiE15whf6ccsEGcM9vzVdmbXigTevsUenFXvkbl43Y-FioiHiuJRKxRoVqD0V7H/s320/13.+Ststue+.JPG" /></a></div></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">That ended Walk no.378, we shall pick up Walk
no.379 next time at St Non’s Well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
walking time for the total Walk, which was only one mile, was not noted, but it
must have been less than an hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
weather forecast for the next day was very hot and humid with no wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neither of us wanted me to be ill again, so
we didn’t walk and instead went home the next day.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">I still can’t believe I suffered heatstroke in <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Wales</i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">!</i></b></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">St David’s Bishop’s Palace</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclD7VjMEagqz7rx4c7CACednF0UHNDPUhuqdzAxkzQeavCOcq9zz8Oo4mKh6ZuzQ4j_iD61yX8zD6sOrw-SxP-B89HAo4hc5Pey5gWUpd2WO2ouIE6N8Df0l03oqe8XtQvJ9c/s1024/14.+St+David%2527s+Cathedral+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclD7VjMEagqz7rx4c7CACednF0UHNDPUhuqdzAxkzQeavCOcq9zz8Oo4mKh6ZuzQ4j_iD61yX8zD6sOrw-SxP-B89HAo4hc5Pey5gWUpd2WO2ouIE6N8Df0l03oqe8XtQvJ9c/w400-h300/14.+St+David%2527s+Cathedral+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We visited St David’s
Cathedral and the adjacent ruined Bishop’s Palace on a different day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Cathedral is quite unique, making the
tiny township of St David’s the smallest city in the
world!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Built in the 12<sup>th</sup>
century, the cathedral is quite small and has a sloping floor and leaning
arches due to the weight of the tower and the marshy ground on which it was
built.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Is it safe?)</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
practically destroyed by Cromwell’s soldiers in the 17<sup>th</sup> century — <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">lead stripped from the roof, etc</i> — but
restored and repaired two hundred years later so that it is still in use
today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is not only a working
cathedral, but it is also a big tourist attraction which helps to pay for its
upkeep.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4ZYss2ysQSmjqPQfRbX5riCGIL3zQKZZPMQEx8nW9i5zGOuH8c9SueOJHRm0XL_P2VxjGwHYNLJoLNqB-lI0nD0aUXsx7trqy8MWilnlmblkoBmC_cNGMZREzoNDLY7-4kWg/s1024/15.+Bishop%2527s+Palace+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4ZYss2ysQSmjqPQfRbX5riCGIL3zQKZZPMQEx8nW9i5zGOuH8c9SueOJHRm0XL_P2VxjGwHYNLJoLNqB-lI0nD0aUXsx7trqy8MWilnlmblkoBmC_cNGMZREzoNDLY7-4kWg/w400-h300/15.+Bishop%2527s+Palace+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UTHXp6sham8yWRcr2W1gIj7WUpOhiNczPwh1DTXTBvkijYN_N1UoLrk2zPD1cV2YJuVFcodFIrDEBtxHHT_kV0K-XphmbvU8_0JROczZFuQjO-XJ2XYhzmqhC4VJHezKgzSV/s1024/16.+Bishop%2527s+Palace+.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UTHXp6sham8yWRcr2W1gIj7WUpOhiNczPwh1DTXTBvkijYN_N1UoLrk2zPD1cV2YJuVFcodFIrDEBtxHHT_kV0K-XphmbvU8_0JROczZFuQjO-XJ2XYhzmqhC4VJHezKgzSV/s320/16.+Bishop%2527s+Palace+.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The adjacent Bishop’s Palace
was built mainly in the 13<sup>th</sup> and 14<sup>th</sup> centuries, though
there had been monastic buildings on the site for many centuries
previously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the Reformation in the 16<sup>th</sup>
century, lead was stripped from the roof and the building fell into
disrepair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ruins are now owned and
cared for by Cadw.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-1Rql62Vs0Qd46athrhvu7GtKPy_uD-yVMhZyW2FQNHzu56nqYOZmulZpjT5TvCXZG0Omy3avHiIWaStZoMTnVWTCzkAaI6FxsX4Pak7gNAGAM7BMpBU140FqhdkBWpyWnRK/s1024/17.+Bishop%2527s+Palace+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-1Rql62Vs0Qd46athrhvu7GtKPy_uD-yVMhZyW2FQNHzu56nqYOZmulZpjT5TvCXZG0Omy3avHiIWaStZoMTnVWTCzkAaI6FxsX4Pak7gNAGAM7BMpBU140FqhdkBWpyWnRK/w400-h300/17.+Bishop%2527s+Palace+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span></div>
Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128669.post-69040657045751783602017-06-17T17:55:00.172+01:002020-09-20T19:13:08.929+01:00Walk 377 -- Whitesands Bay to Porth Clais<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]--><span style="color: #20124d;">Ages:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin was 75 years and 40 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rosemary was 72 years and 182 days.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Weather:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very sunny and very warm.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Location:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whitesands
Bay to Porth Clais.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>6½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Total
distance:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3879½ miles.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Terrain:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cliff
paths again, but a fraction kinder than before.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Tide:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Going
out.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Rivers: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferries:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Piers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Kissing gates:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos.909, 910, 911, 912, and 913 spread along
the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(No.909 had lost its gate but
we had a kiss anyway!)</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Pubs:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">‘Cadw’ properties:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Ferris wheels:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Diversions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">How
we got there and back:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
holidaying in our caravan near Whitesands
Bay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning we drove to Porth Clais and
parked for free in the National Trust car park there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(We have recently joined the National
Trust.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From there we caught a bus to Whitesands Bay.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;">At
the end we came to the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had tea
and chocolate biscuits before driving back to the caravan. <br /></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiOniKmua2HZg_JdNTm0_0KZNd2hqHbzQ-Gk7hlFePs9_DgAXEPCgMdabdKYwXn3ylLvazSlakH7hRkeDNWjb0NzsKAAvoq5GMXwsx1M-gxssLYhbTJ7FO_biUJyftXeRUFpz/s1024/1.+Whitesands+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiOniKmua2HZg_JdNTm0_0KZNd2hqHbzQ-Gk7hlFePs9_DgAXEPCgMdabdKYwXn3ylLvazSlakH7hRkeDNWjb0NzsKAAvoq5GMXwsx1M-gxssLYhbTJ7FO_biUJyftXeRUFpz/w400-h300/1.+Whitesands+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh531gjIi1sPIe81xTCsnitnQfurZaV0gZTB_AfkR4BnVHHqaX0_Gr8VWcrKvldAbgf0R3FYhYz4we73crcOmTPBjFVVWg_JMjU6iE04J9ttwG-yO4LeQslCB-fWcaEecTRTTPN/s1024/2.+Wild+orchids+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh531gjIi1sPIe81xTCsnitnQfurZaV0gZTB_AfkR4BnVHHqaX0_Gr8VWcrKvldAbgf0R3FYhYz4we73crcOmTPBjFVVWg_JMjU6iE04J9ttwG-yO4LeQslCB-fWcaEecTRTTPN/w150-h200/2.+Wild+orchids+.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>It was a beautiful day to be by the coast!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From Whitesands Beach
we climbed on to the cliffs on the official path behind the sands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had lovely views of this beautiful and
popular beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part way up we came upon
a cluster of wild orchids, a host of them all in one spot right by the
path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They looked wonderful!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we were thankful that all the walkers
just admired them as they carefully walked by — nobody trampled on them, or
even worse <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">picked</i> them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well done people!</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKi_opUe4brb-bM4tte1MlTHEhTy4TeXH-wwV9nE7KqXYl6skXgyPYRLp3HxCaqwRO6hknQ1da9c38XRg54jxEiptMaRszPl0juLnXnV_0aaCf2vF2ZYIwFjwkEODBI0kWSMl/s1024/3.+Wild+orchids+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKi_opUe4brb-bM4tte1MlTHEhTy4TeXH-wwV9nE7KqXYl6skXgyPYRLp3HxCaqwRO6hknQ1da9c38XRg54jxEiptMaRszPl0juLnXnV_0aaCf2vF2ZYIwFjwkEODBI0kWSMl/w480-h640/3.+Wild+orchids+.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>The scenery all along this Walk was fantastic.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-FsXMXg3xKTSvg4GPmFkDsK1CVjzrqTKqlmoHfjuL-Gm5-ppaYKsxFqM_3KANr6uSBhT0kLZDxMn9aF9HTX5VMomq6M39li6m2DKxlNXD667fK3MBoMEurCVG6KJMHZwPLtg/s1024/4.+Whitesands+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-FsXMXg3xKTSvg4GPmFkDsK1CVjzrqTKqlmoHfjuL-Gm5-ppaYKsxFqM_3KANr6uSBhT0kLZDxMn9aF9HTX5VMomq6M39li6m2DKxlNXD667fK3MBoMEurCVG6KJMHZwPLtg/w400-h300/4.+Whitesands+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The sky was the bluest of blue and the sea
was even bluer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It contrasted so well
with the green grass on the cliff top, and there were interesting rocks to look
at everywhere including arches and caves.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZetmYXt8iAfCvF2xO2G7PIGNPS-emXz2vadBiPi-EIJv4BrZETAOYEu1zdnJqBhNixWHfH-gc04JyGReD8mP_VXvH5NSfaVZox8mJf4pzIUZea302YGDHoPUZgwfG-FmInPnp/s1024/5.+Cliffs+%2526+beach+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZetmYXt8iAfCvF2xO2G7PIGNPS-emXz2vadBiPi-EIJv4BrZETAOYEu1zdnJqBhNixWHfH-gc04JyGReD8mP_VXvH5NSfaVZox8mJf4pzIUZea302YGDHoPUZgwfG-FmInPnp/w400-h300/5.+Cliffs+%2526+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There were lots of other walkers in both directions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We let all those going in our direction pass
us because we were the slowest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(But we were also probably the oldest, and I
bet I was the only walker with two replacement knees!)</i></span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijI_XjJvYfTp2rrkg0-nfNaj-ljNf7FqboP4hHpAAYNPezWynFDDVQ78xfLgVluhDP1eODGaIPTKz5GKSVyuqzni20JR1-WnFpdPJ5QZ0grW1RZbrVObdZ9akS2Z0RpYzoJ1CK/s1024/6.+Cliffs+%2526+sea+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijI_XjJvYfTp2rrkg0-nfNaj-ljNf7FqboP4hHpAAYNPezWynFDDVQ78xfLgVluhDP1eODGaIPTKz5GKSVyuqzni20JR1-WnFpdPJ5QZ0grW1RZbrVObdZ9akS2Z0RpYzoJ1CK/w400-h300/6.+Cliffs+%2526+sea+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9ZMKEYwIAWlcu87LqJhqrSM8C4W7xKwimE7h4141kQ9ryMRgMcwnnVEIad2fCPVAA_P0dgRA5Xls1lnNfDR21QTxCVwxAU7589plZPLXiqy1NWZpBgkBGLJYFHpYCurDp7r6/s1024/8.+Hollyhock+.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9ZMKEYwIAWlcu87LqJhqrSM8C4W7xKwimE7h4141kQ9ryMRgMcwnnVEIad2fCPVAA_P0dgRA5Xls1lnNfDR21QTxCVwxAU7589plZPLXiqy1NWZpBgkBGLJYFHpYCurDp7r6/w150-h200/8.+Hollyhock+.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>We descended to a creek and a little beach at Porthselau where a couple
of families were on the sands and children were playing in the sea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no road to this beach, but we could
see their cars parked in the field above where, according to our map, there is
a campsite.</span><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9BU-T9s6cQHQdmSUcb2IiW_CWFbzbqixp-HTXO2HvZa_4Et5kt2vGBYk5S35R0LhGdXSRl2wSQgdrZClR7ya3omk2TGS6gjactFMzd7qAvt8Cf8KEtVPqZBvGYKGHidZYpbK/s1024/7.+Porthselau+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9BU-T9s6cQHQdmSUcb2IiW_CWFbzbqixp-HTXO2HvZa_4Et5kt2vGBYk5S35R0LhGdXSRl2wSQgdrZClR7ya3omk2TGS6gjactFMzd7qAvt8Cf8KEtVPqZBvGYKGHidZYpbK/w400-h300/7.+Porthselau+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Further on we came across a stile leading into fields with a notice which
said – <span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">NO ACCESS<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>PRIVATE PROPERTY</span><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was quite breezy there, not too hot and
with good views, so we sat on the stile and ate our pies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Further round the full extent of Ramsey Island
revealed it self.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a bird
sanctuary, no one lives there.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_s0Gm5-kpkqVMBCez7-Ff_r3Nn990S3l7AmfAOjviJJozy93Phv-WAntUKPlGTeNzFV8z5vDsolAJKG6DJ6PkrIDwNtLm2zyaNlkey6-6ZYUHMDcbeYKT8znLE9lVLaMjcN7/s1024/10.+Ramsey+Island+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_s0Gm5-kpkqVMBCez7-Ff_r3Nn990S3l7AmfAOjviJJozy93Phv-WAntUKPlGTeNzFV8z5vDsolAJKG6DJ6PkrIDwNtLm2zyaNlkey6-6ZYUHMDcbeYKT8znLE9lVLaMjcN7/w400-h300/10.+Ramsey+Island+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBSy6BsL1-7joLG1sf7GcL6zhWTGdwqUVZ2ifY551bS4xtaojIp0rksm4FxU4W_qHoFlti6qDAKGhGvTFlki9q78i25pTVtUgwtfkiU0lDzsTIPEhSQOXpvXIxEAk8KThU9Pk/s1024/9.+C+with+his+umbrella+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBSy6BsL1-7joLG1sf7GcL6zhWTGdwqUVZ2ifY551bS4xtaojIp0rksm4FxU4W_qHoFlti6qDAKGhGvTFlki9q78i25pTVtUgwtfkiU0lDzsTIPEhSQOXpvXIxEAk8KThU9Pk/s320/9.+C+with+his+umbrella+.JPG" /></a></div><br />The sun was hot
so Colin decided to use his umbrella as a sunshade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was boasting about what a bargain he had
got when he bought it on the internet — two umbrellas for the price of one and
they were advertised as windproof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very
soon after he put it up, it blew inside out!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">had</i> to laugh.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzOBsb_3DTms6l7Zbdufg7gMt2Dni-ukJbpitjMP4A8YpOWB7FDFudaTqKu5i_ej6zgPuwL_O7nSOv2OaW5Swnu9xGeIcMdUUpEahMRFgloJT52ge42scPHZ2D_I_kQC0wHOQ/s1024/11.+Lifeboat+station+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzOBsb_3DTms6l7Zbdufg7gMt2Dni-ukJbpitjMP4A8YpOWB7FDFudaTqKu5i_ej6zgPuwL_O7nSOv2OaW5Swnu9xGeIcMdUUpEahMRFgloJT52ge42scPHZ2D_I_kQC0wHOQ/w400-h300/11.+Lifeboat+station+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The path led us
round to St Justinian where there is a lifeboat station.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are two sheds and two ramps, one bigger
than the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the lifeboats was
in the water as we passed but nobody seemed to be in a hurry about
anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think it was just an exercise.</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KzF6VXExrbm3A_ls2kQt2PBFK1aT_NH_-g1rMf_SgZ1GNQi7gJD0arb1yaJ9zlTJPeRnP5s6T6Nd4OFEQlGYDXrrMnbxLxU1GLqh6AcqnRJdGtXbfD2Ro1fWUuf5ull1Gl9M/s1024/12.+Lifeboat+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KzF6VXExrbm3A_ls2kQt2PBFK1aT_NH_-g1rMf_SgZ1GNQi7gJD0arb1yaJ9zlTJPeRnP5s6T6Nd4OFEQlGYDXrrMnbxLxU1GLqh6AcqnRJdGtXbfD2Ro1fWUuf5ull1Gl9M/w400-h300/12.+Lifeboat+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There were not
so many people on the next section of the path, but the scenery was just as
wonderful</span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjQvFNF1NQYkU59Cncs0p9BWjtXT2Micclp_hSlB327aOXAuOUNKO78OHnjMlXzh_KM_ocE4l8GY07JKOPbECnWVYpzh7Yw6tBhWKsPH5Uy6ic1HDghlFkZ2S1wm0EQWkySVY/s1024/13.+Rocks%252C+sea+and+boats+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjQvFNF1NQYkU59Cncs0p9BWjtXT2Micclp_hSlB327aOXAuOUNKO78OHnjMlXzh_KM_ocE4l8GY07JKOPbECnWVYpzh7Yw6tBhWKsPH5Uy6ic1HDghlFkZ2S1wm0EQWkySVY/w400-h300/13.+Rocks%252C+sea+and+boats+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We rounded a corner so that
we were directly facing Ramsey
Island.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There we sat on some rocks for a good long
time eating our sarnies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We saw a seal,
but it dived before either of us could get out our cameras to photograph
it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLYLSMICNRmNk-ZKZZizgmVM3qCztxXN16C263gTTZ_2oFB4druUKtpaYZOcbhyjg-ndCMPcUNeMii8I2aTO5FxNq30PVpcpINH-UAiKrqrO-L8rWHcjz-SbuGBs_CSFDJLTg/s1024/16.+Yacht+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLYLSMICNRmNk-ZKZZizgmVM3qCztxXN16C263gTTZ_2oFB4druUKtpaYZOcbhyjg-ndCMPcUNeMii8I2aTO5FxNq30PVpcpINH-UAiKrqrO-L8rWHcjz-SbuGBs_CSFDJLTg/w400-h300/16.+Yacht+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We watched </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">RIBS</span><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> taking trippers from St Justinian to Ramsey Island
and back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t fancy going there
myself, it looked a bit bleak.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I
suppose they go there for the bird watching.</span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRorjGhkLdux46mMBlo1XVPb_F1CdJH3BnzI3XBAnbX9sa7GZKdXoyZhkhJv5BnUe-SZWyvacDrk1MWwrJURA7lEC4-2Dn-7BgyUMwNL2ulIS873sBFD3XTZINGfKPdzHAwBT/s1024/17.+Cave+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRorjGhkLdux46mMBlo1XVPb_F1CdJH3BnzI3XBAnbX9sa7GZKdXoyZhkhJv5BnUe-SZWyvacDrk1MWwrJURA7lEC4-2Dn-7BgyUMwNL2ulIS873sBFD3XTZINGfKPdzHAwBT/w400-h300/17.+Cave+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>We continued on
our way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was just remarking that I was
finding the paths easier today because there were less undulations and a lot of
flat sections, when it immediately got more difficult.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(I
should have kept my mouth shut!)</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was quite mountainous, in fact, with some steep descents with big steps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I became convinced that the next inlet was
Porth Clais (I hadn’t looked at the map since we started) and was really
disappointed when it wasn’t!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat on a
wall to eat our apples.</span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkTyPTuysDq8SA8GxB5-fq0YCbqAYRsZ_V6-fqBANChblgaY_PdL_DK5EEtG2c-FMsE2iKvRIXZWBegfgBacWR4W8Lu0ce3utakaMR-2QhRRKY60TADd73mzysVGT1faOZWAy/s1024/21.+Stony+beach+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkTyPTuysDq8SA8GxB5-fq0YCbqAYRsZ_V6-fqBANChblgaY_PdL_DK5EEtG2c-FMsE2iKvRIXZWBegfgBacWR4W8Lu0ce3utakaMR-2QhRRKY60TADd73mzysVGT1faOZWAy/w400-h300/21.+Stony+beach+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Then we
descended to the shingle beach of Porthlysgi
Bay — and immediately
climbed up and out of it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By now
we were both feeling tired and hot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
still had about a mile and a half to go, and the terrain was not easy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0cUBgVWeKqtGlBvb4UccJmIuxOZk3Jt3lZ0CypTbHSllNZtzEIrKqFiOwBeOozOnVRuGxgVhyXysHd0yHt9vTPpmnPMxQsUOo01Kgo2OoG_4C-H8FbHhG-Jri6lTtD_ByrO-/s1024/18.+Rocky+islands+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0cUBgVWeKqtGlBvb4UccJmIuxOZk3Jt3lZ0CypTbHSllNZtzEIrKqFiOwBeOozOnVRuGxgVhyXysHd0yHt9vTPpmnPMxQsUOo01Kgo2OoG_4C-H8FbHhG-Jri6lTtD_ByrO-/w400-h300/18.+Rocky+islands+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5E82aSzSCuZSGe9c4mkM_O3Allsx_1exUFK2vN1-gOnlahAOzRzBgLpc2RjtQ98lUDODWbTfo9eGQGMk3O04unIpbZuqJeObKm_7YPcx9nXEnUqE-s_g7ao9kYuc9v1eOMBG/s1024/19.+Rocky+islands+.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5E82aSzSCuZSGe9c4mkM_O3Allsx_1exUFK2vN1-gOnlahAOzRzBgLpc2RjtQ98lUDODWbTfo9eGQGMk3O04unIpbZuqJeObKm_7YPcx9nXEnUqE-s_g7ao9kYuc9v1eOMBG/w200-h150/19.+Rocky+islands+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Further on I had
got myself into route-march mode, and was striding on what I thought was the
most obvious path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then Colin called
out, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“I’m on the nearest safe path to the
coast!”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was hailing me from a
lower path. We both thought they were parallel paths that would meet up later,
so we carried on our different ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was convinced Colin was on a rubbish path and would come to grief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The paths diverged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colin said, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“I expect I will see you sometime</i>!” and we continued out of sight
of each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got to the top of a
rise where there was a small cairn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
path disappeared then — it was me that was on the rubbish path!</span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXZ-_62nNlgm7K_KpjYY4Yruk6CNdO5QZuE8L6KaC-P77hv12Bvr7UM3yYGM_Xpk3PmT29Lwn17k8kD9fUP72uvGoLia96RtVmyN5r_naTKCTAY6ptxEkpHBGISUXpJG3Ngna/s1024/20.+Coast+path+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXZ-_62nNlgm7K_KpjYY4Yruk6CNdO5QZuE8L6KaC-P77hv12Bvr7UM3yYGM_Xpk3PmT29Lwn17k8kD9fUP72uvGoLia96RtVmyN5r_naTKCTAY6ptxEkpHBGISUXpJG3Ngna/w400-h300/20.+Coast+path+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLir8rwFE-vroJHpW2qDl7LcdcurbovuhMFvdqTJfaHMnY0u1WRxHO0wyqfXjsf8FjuLHz_D2sWDd9VRUqQ-btDYTlLRZRc5F5X5riGa-J-r_QkljWug_6GWI7__sC36B0NkM/s1024/23.+Sandy+beach+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLir8rwFE-vroJHpW2qDl7LcdcurbovuhMFvdqTJfaHMnY0u1WRxHO0wyqfXjsf8FjuLHz_D2sWDd9VRUqQ-btDYTlLRZRc5F5X5riGa-J-r_QkljWug_6GWI7__sC36B0NkM/w200-h150/23.+Sandy+beach+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>I called and
called Colin, but he was too far away to hear me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I returned to the junction, and was
surprised at the quality of the path he had taken — I hadn’t noticed it in my
tiredness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stomped along it — there
was no sign of Colin even in the distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I asked a passing walker if he had seen a man with a maroon umbrella,
but he hadn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was worrying.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKe5ABvoax47EChazzTmVeQPP-TgeRXJu2Vq5slk96NZAI54t-DaXb58u5BWcjj4l7LGag6ZTo9ILaJNnBywuyb7nrCsUtHlbxHUeiC_I4N4ycAGoYv4Q7wQ5P_hv59oNNsc8/s1024/22.+Rock+arch+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKe5ABvoax47EChazzTmVeQPP-TgeRXJu2Vq5slk96NZAI54t-DaXb58u5BWcjj4l7LGag6ZTo9ILaJNnBywuyb7nrCsUtHlbxHUeiC_I4N4ycAGoYv4Q7wQ5P_hv59oNNsc8/w400-h300/22.+Rock+arch+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvjp3Zrkf-S96lQbyyywXPaLWltDeG6SCjvgQqYOGAq0rUynjWC6tkPKE_dYDy1pyoOKvM7QdCo7DjHtckdi3EQ-cKzA-8TIUowcOI_jCZsq9cf0AJ34-PbCi0dmbPlXvF08s/s1024/24.+Rocks+and+islands+.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvjp3Zrkf-S96lQbyyywXPaLWltDeG6SCjvgQqYOGAq0rUynjWC6tkPKE_dYDy1pyoOKvM7QdCo7DjHtckdi3EQ-cKzA-8TIUowcOI_jCZsq9cf0AJ34-PbCi0dmbPlXvF08s/w200-h150/24.+Rocks+and+islands+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">Further on I asked a woman the same question
and she said, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back there somewhere!”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pointing the way I was going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Encouraged, I marched on, but there was still
no sign of him although I could see a good long way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then his voice came from above me – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“I’m over here!”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was on his way back to look for me on a
higher path and was worried that he couldn’t see me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So all ended well.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv6ydyPAL1xTUBQ1Lihso2jkFV3TXBLS2oC6C7b_G_L_zWY5CM7qSXh86560PjDOLbIO5bOCTO5SP7y8GfexB_eaaQkkqnD0XdCjvnRcvKb0nqM1O_OJqERmvmZyGWvs9bv0I/s1024/27.+Porth+Clais+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv6ydyPAL1xTUBQ1Lihso2jkFV3TXBLS2oC6C7b_G_L_zWY5CM7qSXh86560PjDOLbIO5bOCTO5SP7y8GfexB_eaaQkkqnD0XdCjvnRcvKb0nqM1O_OJqERmvmZyGWvs9bv0I/w400-h300/27.+Porth+Clais+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiy6vI2X1k8Yv5Y-vdhm-QAMz9FTv2kZjeLZX_Fm4uue5v82pzm6XRWIZD0xaAqGvcHXEwQZHBffEAx0owtaHxItYs8jE4fOmMe6_k6QxDo5FQsF2yWEzz226rPC07gIFhwtvl/s1024/26.+Climbers+.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiy6vI2X1k8Yv5Y-vdhm-QAMz9FTv2kZjeLZX_Fm4uue5v82pzm6XRWIZD0xaAqGvcHXEwQZHBffEAx0owtaHxItYs8jE4fOmMe6_k6QxDo5FQsF2yWEzz226rPC07gIFhwtvl/w200-h150/26.+Climbers+.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We rounded the
final corner and there was Porth
Clais Harbour
looking very pretty in the sunshine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
climber was halfway up a blank wall of rock on the other side, and some
youngsters were leaping from a high ledge into the sea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It looked pretty dangerous to me — I expect
it is this new sport called “Coasteering”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Not for the likes of me, I’m too old and scared!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We descended to the bridge where we ended the
Walk.</span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="tab-stops: 18.0pt 21.3pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pIRpCyTLbs0JAcwra-3_qgm4azKOnITrrJeMceL3F6XRm_L4jFXG6KZQGoXWKzZ0sxcZdWPIPpcUboJqBXFsNo-VnEHdj_VTs0WmY-pKtwpQn8Y_bF_LW0qFr99QOf_PftPX/s1024/28.+Porth+Clais+.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pIRpCyTLbs0JAcwra-3_qgm4azKOnITrrJeMceL3F6XRm_L4jFXG6KZQGoXWKzZ0sxcZdWPIPpcUboJqBXFsNo-VnEHdj_VTs0WmY-pKtwpQn8Y_bF_LW0qFr99QOf_PftPX/w400-h300/28.+Porth+Clais+.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></span></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="mso-font-kerning: 0pt;">That ended Walk no.377, we shall pick up Walk
no.378 next time on the bridge in Porth Clais.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was twenty-five to five, so the Walk had taken us six hours fifty
minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Oh!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are so slow!) </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a short walk to the car park where </span>we
had tea and chocolate biscuits before driving back to the caravan.</span></div>Rosemary Fretwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999152543724554502noreply@blogger.com0