Lazy, hazy days of summer
When in Wales…
Ah, the fresh sea air! There’s nothing quite like it for clearing the lungs they say, and I’d have to agree. Following our camping adventure in Hafod, we have spent the last few days enjoying the delights of the Welsh coast in Porthgain, near St David’s. In a cosy little log cabin with mi familia, I have had the opportunity to relax, sleep, play and breathe.
The weather has brightened up since our camping days, so we have been able to enjoy more of the natural beauty that we have on our doorstep. I have developed a new appreciation for the British coastline. It is remarkable and particularly spectacular when the sun is shining.
St David’s Cathedral
First stop, the gorgeous coastal town of St David’s itself. St David’s is a beautiful city on the far south west coast of Wales, boasting some of the most stunning coastline in Europe. It is home to a thriving community of young and old. A favourite stop for surfers, artists and travellers alike, the city attracts tourists and locals in equal measure. Despite being granted city status by the queen due to the presence of the cathedral, St Davids is actually a relatively small village.
The cathedral is one of the best I have ever seen. I love exploring historic churches whenever I get the opportunity and it never ceases to amaze me how such beauty and craftmanship were created with such rudimentary tools. St David’s Cathedral does not disappoint. It has several rooms and anti-chambers and some of the most gorgeous carpentry roofwork that I have had the honour of seeing anywhere.
Next stop, a rib boat tour of Ramsey Island. We left from St Julian’s where the RNLI are stationed and were lucky enough to witness the lifeboat set off from the new jetty to rescue a couple of kayakers who got into trouble in the Atlantic. That was an awesome sight, witnessing the majesty of a modern lifeboat sliding down the jetty and powering off to sea!
The views from our small but speedy rib were equally as inspiring. Crystal blue seas, stunning coastline, 400 million years of life on earth. Unbelievable. The colours and the calm, so beautiful. We even got to witness seals and their newborn pups resting off the coast.
Tenby by the Sea
Next a lazy, sun-soaked day at the beach in Tenby. I am not normally a particularly beachy person, as I get bored so quickly. But the beauty of a mild August day in Tenby was enough to convert even an old cynic like me. Who needs Tenerife when you’ve got views like these?
Feeling optimistic, I set off on a 26 mile bike ride with The Hubbs to see the beaches up close and personal for ourselves. It was sunny, I was happy, it seemed like a good idea at the time. After about 2 miles we reached the beach at Abereiddy, home to the glorious Blue Lagoon. Breathtaking views of the lagoon which can only be reached by kayak or by swimming. Plucky youngsters were taking it in turns to dive or bomb from either the 3 metre high or 6 metre high cliffs. It looked so much fun, even I was tempted to give it a go. Then I remembered that I am a responsible middle aged mother of two and got back in my box, so …
Needless to say, I didn’t even manage a third of the bike ride before I was begging to be returned to the comfort of the lodge. But I was rewarded for my efforts with views like these, so the burn in my thighs was well worth it!
And so it continues…
With only two more days of our jollidays to go, I am going to soak up every last ray of sunshine I can before heading back up norf’. You may not hear from me for a little while, but I will be thinking of you all. If you get lonely, browse through our growing back catalogue of posts to find something to entertain. If you enjoyed this post, may I suggest that you read the Princess and the Tipi to discover more about our Welsh adventure. You can find out more about our weekend camping in Hafod by clicking on this link. In the meantime, I will leave you with some words from Wales’ most famous son, Dylan Thomas. Happy reading!
We Lying By Seasand
We lying by seasand, watching yellow
And the grave sea, mock who deride
Who follow the red rivers, hollow
Alcove of words out of cicada shade,
For in this yellow grave of sand and sea
A calling for colour calls with the wind
That’s grave and gay as grave and sea
Sleeping on either hand.
The lunar silences, the silent tide
Lapping the still canals, the dry tide-master
Ribbed between desert and water storm,
Should cure our ills of the water
With a one-coloured calm;
The heavenly music over the sand
Sounds with the grains as they hurry
Hiding the golden mountains and mansions
Of the grave, gay, seaside land.
Bound by a sovereign strip, we lie,
Watch yellow, wish for wind to blow away
The strata of the shore and drown red rock;
But wishes breed not, neither
Can we fend off rock arrival,
Lie watching yellow until the golden weather
Breaks, O my heart’s blood, like a heart and hill.