A Winter Walk in Pembrokeshire
We donned our boots, zipped up our jackets and wound our scarves tightly. We had already sheltered for ten minutes in the car for a lively rain squall to pass. As we approached the beach at Freshwater East the thunderous waves greeted us.
Half a dozen brave surfers paddled out through the breakers. In shivering anticipation they waited for an exhilarating, if short lived, ride on a seventh wave.
A comical Jack Russel repeatedly retrieved a Frisbee for its enthusiastic owners. He stood in the icy stream determinedly plunging his nose into the chilling water. After struggling, pulling and nipping the Frisbee relented and turned up its edge for him to sink his teeth into. Triumphantly and for the umpteenth time he dropped it at the feet of his Frisbee hurlers with a 'do it again' look.
We donned our boots, zipped up our jackets and wound our scarves tightly. We had already sheltered for ten minutes in the car for a lively rain squall to pass. As we approached the beach at Freshwater East the thunderous waves greeted us.
Half a dozen brave surfers paddled out through the breakers. In shivering anticipation they waited for an exhilarating, if short lived, ride on a seventh wave.
A comical Jack Russel repeatedly retrieved a Frisbee for its enthusiastic owners. He stood in the icy stream determinedly plunging his nose into the chilling water. After struggling, pulling and nipping the Frisbee relented and turned up its edge for him to sink his teeth into. Triumphantly and for the umpteenth time he dropped it at the feet of his Frisbee hurlers with a 'do it again' look.
We were bowled and buffeted along by the strong wind. The sea was wild. Gulls were soaring, pitching and rolling above us.
Ever since as a ten year old finding a green glass fishing float between the rocks on Marloes beach I have loved scouring beaches for treasure, especially after storms. No luck this time but I knew where to find a consolation glass...
We had earned our drink and Sunday lunch and so headed for the Stackpole Inn in the nearby village of Stackpole.
We were not disappointed. A roaring fire and welcoming hosts warmed and cheered us. They served a delicious lunch whilst chatting about their recent holiday in Poland with their Polish friend and chef. So enthused that they have organised a Polish evening for 6th February. An opportunity to sample authentic Polish fare in a convivial Welsh Inn. Another date for the diary. There are other regional evenings on the Stackpole Inn calender. We shall have to plan some more walks in preparation. Maybe alongside Bosherston Lily Ponds and onto Broad Haven beach.That should burn off a few calories.
Ever since as a ten year old finding a green glass fishing float between the rocks on Marloes beach I have loved scouring beaches for treasure, especially after storms. No luck this time but I knew where to find a consolation glass...
We had earned our drink and Sunday lunch and so headed for the Stackpole Inn in the nearby village of Stackpole.
We were not disappointed. A roaring fire and welcoming hosts warmed and cheered us. They served a delicious lunch whilst chatting about their recent holiday in Poland with their Polish friend and chef. So enthused that they have organised a Polish evening for 6th February. An opportunity to sample authentic Polish fare in a convivial Welsh Inn. Another date for the diary. There are other regional evenings on the Stackpole Inn calender. We shall have to plan some more walks in preparation. Maybe alongside Bosherston Lily Ponds and onto Broad Haven beach.That should burn off a few calories.
Anne Incledon
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