Pebble henge

“When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
Tecumseh
A day of missing turnings and finding some delightful surprises. A slow start while the sun burns off the morning mist and cloud, no rush, we’re booked for lunch at The Brewery at Cosheston, only about half an hour away. We planned to visit Pembroke first but a long queue of traffic changed our minds for us and we headed straight for the village. Took a few ‘detours’ (wrong turnings) but found it with plenty of time to spare, even after hanging around a picnic area in the warm sunshine (but the wind across the water was chilly and got the better of us so we decided the pub garden was probably a better option). Food was excellent, far better than the average pub grub Sunday lunch, so well worth the wait (we’d arrived early and they’d said they were running late). Afterwards we headed for the nearby Upton Castle Gardens, a place we’d not visited before – and still haven’t, it was closed! Instead I decided on a brief tour of some of the places I visited back in the 1980’s with K1. St.Govan’s chapel, nestled in a cleft in the rocks to start. Then on to Freshwater West for a short walk on the windy beach. Our attention was drawn to what looked like a sculpture on the nearby dunes. I’d told K2 about Harry Potter and the beach hose so it was no surprise that the ‘sculpture’ was a memorial to Dobby, the House Elf who died on the beach. To round off the tour a quick diversion (I’d missed the turning before) to the Green Bridge of Wales – probably the highlight of the day watching the massed razorbills on the column of rock.
Today’s photo is a lovely stone ‘circle’, not quite Stone Age but what it lacked in size it more than made up for in beauty.