Gale Force Winds and Starlit Skies
The drama of the Pembrokeshire coast confronts us every day
we are here. An October break is the perfect thing for us. I think I lay on a
sun lounger once on a recent trip to Malta. It felt as though I had spent the entire
day on the contraption. We think it was actually about twenty minutes tops.
Just not my idea of a holiday. If we’re not up and doing, it all feels like
wasted time and opportunity.
Consequently, we have visited table-top fairs, extraordinary
beaches, fish restaurants, vintage dealers…and that was just Monday!
We are doing anything but relaxing. Well, there is a hot tub
at the cliff-top farm cottage we are renting. Beats the sun-lounger any day.
Lying back among the bubbles, watching the clouds scud across the sky, whether
blue or star studded is pure joy.
And then, yesterday morning, the gales hit the coast.
Torrential rain interspersed with brilliant sun and the sea whipping up into a
frenzy. The tides were thrown out of kilter and the long dog walk was out of
the question. So, the boys hiked through the forest, while Mrs G and I roamed
the antique centres of the gentrified towns a little inland. (The green feather
1930s cloche was worth the trip alone…)
Mah Jongh was promised for the evening, but the wild sea
drew us down the hill. We moored the Rover in the pub car park and braved the
elements. The sheer power of the sea was overwhelming. The rattle of the
pebbles as the retreating waves dragged them back was thunderous. We stayed to watch for half an hour. Not more.
Then back for a trio of games, then bed with the backdrop of the wind and the sea. The stars were bright.
Off for a beach-side breakfast now, then on to Marloes, followed by fish then some live music.
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