One of the beauties of Welsh beaches is that on a sunny September weekday afternoon there is scarcely a soul to be seen on them. Here is Newgale, enjoying a day borrowed from summer. When the surf is up in summer, it is a surfer's paradise.
Sunlight prickled the water and made it glare, so that the horizon with Milford Haven to its back was just a grey smudge, punctuated by the islands of Skomer and Skokholm, and a tanker (one of several) standing off waiting to offload at Milford.
My lovely husband.
I took dozens of photos trying to capture the waves breaking, but it was so dazzling I couldn't really see what I was aiming at! This is one of the better ones.
St David's Head in the distance. I would love to go for a wander round there again.
One last one, looking east.
I am up for an early night tonight as I was awake over 4 hours last night, watching Escape to the Country programmes and knitting . . .
