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A beautiful warm Springlike day, so out for the day getting to know the area in more detail. I've been too busy with the house move and shifting my boat from Sussex to really spend much time exploring locally, but with the admin all sorted now I can get to know the spectacular beauty of the Welsh Coast where I now live.
I live within the boundaries of the Pembrokeshire National Park and close to my home is this lake which was once the main source of supply of fresh fish to the kitchens of the great Country house which stood nearby.
The early sun was on it this morning and it was still and silent viewed through the surrounding woods.
An old stone bridge crosses the lake to the estate farms that occupy the land bordering the nearby cliff tops.
View halfway across the bridge.
Farm track from the bridge to the coast. Already warm, so I stripped off the fleece. It's January and I'm walking in thin shirt with sleeves rolled up!!
Down to the tiny harbour. Just room for one, possibly two local trawlers, and even in fine weather a test of seamanship to get the boat into the tiny gap and alongside the breakwater.
Up over the headland and the views show the Granite and Sandstone cliffs stretching away into the distance.
Views walking West along the cliff tops. Over the horizon the nearest land is America..
A cruel coast on which to be ship wrecked..
First brew stop. I'm not a fan of hauling cast iron cookware into the woods or outdoors, and knocking up three course dinners. If I excell myself I might chuck a rat pack into a mess tin, but on day walks it's cuppa soup, bickies and cheese and choc bars and lot's of tea... ( My Danner boots were not on the menu)...
Views to drink tea by...
Eastward..
And Westward..
After a few miles and now past Midday and the warmth gone from the sun, I turned inland, Northward, and entered the surrounding woodland.
Not good on Fungi and my magic mushroom book is adrift somewhere..Vaguely..Is it Fairy Red Cups or something similar ?
Anyway by now it was brew time again and layer up again as the temperature dropped.
An interesting style built into a very old granite wall..
And home past the lake..
Better do the kit check i suppose..
35 litre German Army (European copy) Bergan with a Swedish side pocket on the waist belt for my camera.
Kit layout..
Top left to right. Shemagh, thermal gloves, fleece, Down jacket in silver colour bag.
First Aid, green mug, 2 man survival shelter (orange bag)
Toilet paper, hand cleaner, wet wipes. Big French poncho with hood, small silver bottle contains fresh milk.
Path Finder pot with gas cooker coiled in it, Kleen Canteen s/s water bottle (second bottle not shown)
Compass and local map.
The orange survival shelter..really? Yep. I'm 75+6 months, it's January and I saw 3 people all day and that was only near a parking area.
Inland, in the rough grassland and woods I saw nobody...
You can't call for help here..and tonight it will be cold. If the 'ol boy breaks an ankle, it would be nice to survive the night at least.The survival Bothy weighs about 600 grams, so always forms part of my winter kit.
I live within the boundaries of the Pembrokeshire National Park and close to my home is this lake which was once the main source of supply of fresh fish to the kitchens of the great Country house which stood nearby.
The early sun was on it this morning and it was still and silent viewed through the surrounding woods.
An old stone bridge crosses the lake to the estate farms that occupy the land bordering the nearby cliff tops.
View halfway across the bridge.
Farm track from the bridge to the coast. Already warm, so I stripped off the fleece. It's January and I'm walking in thin shirt with sleeves rolled up!!
Down to the tiny harbour. Just room for one, possibly two local trawlers, and even in fine weather a test of seamanship to get the boat into the tiny gap and alongside the breakwater.
Up over the headland and the views show the Granite and Sandstone cliffs stretching away into the distance.
Views walking West along the cliff tops. Over the horizon the nearest land is America..
A cruel coast on which to be ship wrecked..
First brew stop. I'm not a fan of hauling cast iron cookware into the woods or outdoors, and knocking up three course dinners. If I excell myself I might chuck a rat pack into a mess tin, but on day walks it's cuppa soup, bickies and cheese and choc bars and lot's of tea... ( My Danner boots were not on the menu)...
Views to drink tea by...
Eastward..
And Westward..
After a few miles and now past Midday and the warmth gone from the sun, I turned inland, Northward, and entered the surrounding woodland.
Not good on Fungi and my magic mushroom book is adrift somewhere..Vaguely..Is it Fairy Red Cups or something similar ?
Anyway by now it was brew time again and layer up again as the temperature dropped.
An interesting style built into a very old granite wall..
And home past the lake..
Better do the kit check i suppose..
35 litre German Army (European copy) Bergan with a Swedish side pocket on the waist belt for my camera.
Kit layout..
Top left to right. Shemagh, thermal gloves, fleece, Down jacket in silver colour bag.
First Aid, green mug, 2 man survival shelter (orange bag)
Toilet paper, hand cleaner, wet wipes. Big French poncho with hood, small silver bottle contains fresh milk.
Path Finder pot with gas cooker coiled in it, Kleen Canteen s/s water bottle (second bottle not shown)
Compass and local map.
The orange survival shelter..really? Yep. I'm 75+6 months, it's January and I saw 3 people all day and that was only near a parking area.
Inland, in the rough grassland and woods I saw nobody...
You can't call for help here..and tonight it will be cold. If the 'ol boy breaks an ankle, it would be nice to survive the night at least.The survival Bothy weighs about 600 grams, so always forms part of my winter kit.
