Trefin

Last night we were parked up in the perfect spot to watch a sunset. Sadly, the cloud thickened and we were left disappointed as all the other people who turned up to view it. We watched anyway as the sun slipped towards the west.

As you do, we saw a man walk down to the beach with his bird of prey, allowing it to fly loose. The crows however were having none of it, swooping and diving at the imposter. Man, and bird soon left.

The night passed peacefully, with the sound of the waves pushing through the rocks as our lullaby. This morning the weather had changed, although warm, rain threatened. We left Freshwater West, and the bags of plasterboard somebody had felt O.K. about dumping at the end of the layby.

Opposite a national trust sign declared the area of one of outstanding natural beauty. Right! A young couple arrived just as we were leaving, the man hastily removing his drying underwear from the dashboard. Don't be coy, look we're all doing it. 

Pembroke was our destination. We needed food shopping and internet signal. A burst of rain dampened both Marge and our spirits. We found the town a little miserable and after sourcing a nearby overnight stop left with no regrets. 

The village of Trefin, famed for being the home village of Cerys Matthews, former lead singer with the band Catatonia, sits on the coast just above St. Davids where we will back track to tomorrow. The overnight parking area can easily accommodate four vans. One was already here when we arrived, and shortly after a lady in a French registered car arrived.

The rain now over the distant higher ground we walked down to the nearby rocky cove, our feet slipping on the wet rocks. Never a good idea at our age.

Seeing some standing stones up above the cliffs we decided to take the safer option and walk along the coast path stopping to sit a while and take in the views. Nearby flowers spurted from rocks which scattered grass nibbled by grazing cattle. A splash of colour on the harsh landscape.

The day has passed quickly, and we are hoping the weather settles by the morning. But hey, we're in Marge, in Wales and that's good enough for us.