Bosherton to Barafundle

It’s another day of walking along the Pembrokeshire coastal path, though this time we’re joined by Shan and Hywel who have driven over to meet us. Shan is my closest and oldest friend - in terms of length of friendship - and as we haven’t seen each other for about 18 months, this is a real treat. 

It’s icy cold, but the sporadic sunshine makes the near-Siberian conditions bearable and transforms the coastline into glorious vistas of turquoise, green and grey. Here the cliffs are limestone rather than the sandstone of our previous walks, and subject to spectacular features of coastal erosion. Small blowholes have become huge caverns, vast openings along the cliff walk with crystal water sparkling in their depths (see extra). Grasping fingers of collapsed rock-face stretch inland, breaking the harsh grazing land in pieces, and sharp stacks, left isolated from the cliffs, point ruggedly heavenwards.

We cross the headland, passing ewes and new-born lambs, heading for our picnic spot on the beach at Barafundle, before heading up the steps back to our starting point of Stackpole Quay.