Our eight -mile day miraculous turned in to an eleven mile one with some wonderful rough hill walking after we passed Freshwater West beach. Before the beach we had a road walk of a couple of miles to go round the Castlemartin East Firing Range.
Although we had only walked a couple of miles, we stopped for a second breakfast at the good shack, Cafe Mor, on the beach. The food is of a very high quality, with small continental pastries that were 'chust sublime'. The bacon roll with black butter (made from laver bread, a type of seaweed) was wonderful.
The walking on the cliffs after Freshwater West became quite strenuous, with scrambling over rocks occasionally required and there were four or five gullies where the path swooped up and down quite dramatically. We stopped for lunch in a gully that we shared with two pairs of Choughs, their distinctive, high pitched 'chow' rolling down the hills.
On the approaches to West Angle Bay we were naughty again when we found there was alittle cafe selling delicious puddings and cakes. We shared lemon Something and chilled ginger beer before tackling the last section of the walk down Milford Haven and round in to Angle Bay. There was a lovely wooded section which offered shade from the sun and a lovely, thick hedgerow, rich in wild flowers.
Just before we reached our campsite, we passed Old Point House pub, which was ghostly quiet and we feared it was closed. We were relying on it for dinner. While they had stopped serving food they agreed to provide fish and chips for us in half an hour. We rushed off, threw up the tent and returned to be fed. And here we sit.
Quietly ruminating over a nice cup of tea in the evening sunshine, replete, content and quietly pleased at another successful day.
Although we had only walked a couple of miles, we stopped for a second breakfast at the good shack, Cafe Mor, on the beach. The food is of a very high quality, with small continental pastries that were 'chust sublime'. The bacon roll with black butter (made from laver bread, a type of seaweed) was wonderful.
The walking on the cliffs after Freshwater West became quite strenuous, with scrambling over rocks occasionally required and there were four or five gullies where the path swooped up and down quite dramatically. We stopped for lunch in a gully that we shared with two pairs of Choughs, their distinctive, high pitched 'chow' rolling down the hills.
On the approaches to West Angle Bay we were naughty again when we found there was alittle cafe selling delicious puddings and cakes. We shared lemon Something and chilled ginger beer before tackling the last section of the walk down Milford Haven and round in to Angle Bay. There was a lovely wooded section which offered shade from the sun and a lovely, thick hedgerow, rich in wild flowers.
Just before we reached our campsite, we passed Old Point House pub, which was ghostly quiet and we feared it was closed. We were relying on it for dinner. While they had stopped serving food they agreed to provide fish and chips for us in half an hour. We rushed off, threw up the tent and returned to be fed. And here we sit.
Quietly ruminating over a nice cup of tea in the evening sunshine, replete, content and quietly pleased at another successful day.