Fueling up with the one meal of the day for the first day's coastal path march.
We didn't stop too often to admire the views. It's the inner view we should be more interested in, and long hard walks in the open help with that one.
On the first day we walked from St. Justinian, just west of St. David's - the smallest city in the UK, to Porth Clais, and then back via the country lanes to the beginning.
On the second we walked from Abereiddy to Trefin and back via the fields.
Back to Abereiddy.
A big black bull on the drive back..
His kids? Don't tease them because they'll tell their dad.
Third day: from Dale to Dale - a peninsula walk and a long one at that.
In towards Milford Haven Oil Refinery.
Barbados? Nope - Wales.
This rock had 'sit down and meditate' written all over it. You might call me a poser. You might be right.
Clear, clear and cold, cold water.
Back up we go!
I love cows. That's why I don't like eating them.
Bred to be eaten. Did you hear that, guys?
... nope. Probably for the best
I love the wild, open, barren and untouched spaces found by the sea.
A hawk of some kind.
Cute, and coming to a plate near you.
They feel. They fear pain. They have personalities just like us. They desire to live and be happy. Unfortunately the greed for meat blinds people to the reality of what's involved in its procurement.
And back to Dale.
Just to remind us good weather is impermanent we got this on the Sunday...
It was roughly an 8 mile walk around a reservoir.
And on the way back from Wales we killed some time at this amazing ruined castle called Carreg Cennen, near Llandeilo.
Lord Tim surveying his premises.
That's a farm house half-way down on the left.
The door on the left leads to a natural cave. The one on the right leads to certain death.
Down I go. That's a river and sheep on the right...
It looks as though the ruins are haunted by a robed figure... Oh no, it's me!
An imposing testament to impermanence.