... and we have a visitor! Susan arrived bearing all sorts of wonderful treats from the depths of her luggage. Gin, Bundy rum, bullets (the Australian lolly, rather than the "bang, bang" kind!), powdered milk, popcorn kernels (surprizingly hard to get here in the UK) - at least half her luggage was for us. Thanks Suz!
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| The Pembrokeshire Coast Path - all 299km (185m) of it! |
The Pembrokeshire Coast Path is a 299km long trail that runs from St Dogmael's in the north to Amroth in the south following the Pembrokeshire coast. We have hiked small sections of the path around Milford Haven and Porthgain with Tim and Carol.
We have been keen to do more, so with the weather forecast to be gorgeous for the first few days of Susan's visit, we sailed down to Dale at the entrance of Milford Haven. We came alongside the deep water pontoon and headed ashore for a hike.
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| Our first endeavour - the 11km loop from Dale out to St Annes Head |
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| Family togetherness, blue sky and a castle! |
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| The view across Jack Sound - be sure to time the tides when heading through by boat |
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| Looking back along Milford Haven - you can see Chinook happily waiting for us in the bay |
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| Remains of a house? Shepherd's hut? Old wall with a passageway? We weren't sure. |
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| Very pastoral - and the sheep here are very white. Either the rain keeps them clean or this farmer is spending a fortune on Woolite! |
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We always welcome that vague feeling of relief when you round
the corner and can see that your boat is still floating! |
But our route back to the dinghy took us past the pub. So, we just had to pop in for a quick one.
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| The dinghy, the pub, hmmm choices! |
Susan chatted up the locals at the bar to get all the low down on fishing in the area. One kindly soul gave her tackle and bait suited to catching dinner here.
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| Squid for bait, feathers for hooks... |
It was with great anticipation we waited on our fish dinner. The lemon was sliced, the potatoes chipped and all we needed was a fish. Fortunately, the lemon could be used in our G&Ts and the chips accompanied the back-up plan. The only thing caught was a wee, little crab. Better luck tomorrow!
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| The catch of the day! |
The next day, we went the other direction from the boat ramp and followed the trail inside the bay. Sean had developed a deep cough, so he decided to stay onboard and convalesce.
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Second day - 10km to St Ishmael's and back
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| Tee-shirt weather! |
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| Monk Haven Beach |
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| Sparkling - looking south through the heads of Milford Haven |
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| Chinook happily bobbing in the sunshine. Our batteries will be loving it! |
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| The daffodils are starting to flower in this lovely warm weather. |
Still enjoying glorious weather, we headed out very optimistically towards Anvil Point so we could gaze across Jack Sound to Skomer Island with the hope of spotting a puffin! Still too early in the season but we had heard rumours that several puffins had returned.
A lovely English couple stopped us, mistaking us for locals! They were in search of coffee but at this time of year, not a lot is open. Even the pub we had visited yesterday is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays.
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13km - Anvil Point was a tad too optimistic!
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| One of the many gates on the Coastal path leading through farm paddocks |
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| Dale Castle is now a private home. No invitation to tea, sadly! |
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| We followed the acorn signs |
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| Dangerous place - many ways to die |
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Another beautiful, sparkling day. The sheep graze right to the cliff edge.
Wonder how many take that step too far! |
Anvil Point was a little too optimistic if we wanted to get back in daylight so we cut overland and through the village of Marloes to get back to Dale - and promptly got lost, with no mobile coverage! Fortunately, we ran into the lovely coffee-seeking couple sensibly armed with a paper map. And we were off agin, confident we were heading in the right direction!
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| Lovely English couple |
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| The Dale Lime Kilns - one of the must see attractions in Dale. |
We made it back to the boat well before sunset and once again, the fishing lines went out seeking dinner. I'd like to report that we enjoyed grilled fish for the next few nights but sadly, no. We had to up our consumption of gin and tonic to ensure the lemons didn't spoil!
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