Martin's Mag.

A return to one of our favourite camping spots, near the city of St Davids in west Wales. The weather was OK but a few degrees colder than Bristol. You win some, etc….
More finessing of the camper; plenty of walks for us and Lucy. Lots of wild flowers, sandy bays, sea views and dressed crab. Didn’t see any dolphins this time, but lots of French rugby players on holiday tour, staying in a bunk house, or “beurnk ‘ouse” nearby.

“Fred” on Caerfai Farm.

Between Caerfai Bay and St Non’s Bay:

Manorbier, near Tenby:

The wild garlic has been around for a month or so, actually, and already used, by Sal, in a flan and a sort of lentil curry (both fabulous, of course). This is on the northern side of Prior’s Wood, near Portbury – the southern slopes being covered in bluebells and sightseers.

Although we’ve had our new camper (Freda’s replacement, which seems to have attracted the unimaginative name of Fred) since last December, we haven’t actually spent a night in it (him?) yet, mainly due to terrible weather. No longer! A freak hot spell enabled us to go to Swanage, on the Dorset coast, to conduct what would, if it were a boat, be “sea trials” or, if a building project, “snaggin'”. A few minor niggles will be sorted soon, otherwise all good.

My egg-painting skills peaked at around age thirteen, I think. It’s been a slow decline over the last fifty-seven years. They have now assumed a rather creepy quality, up there with clowns and ventriloquists’ dummies:

(Can still bake the bread “soldiers”, though!)

Walking by the Severn Estuary near Pilning with Sally and Lucy,  one of my companions infomed me that this lichen on the sea defence boulders is called Xanthoria:

The same photograph, with different “post-production” (taken after boozy evening at The Colston Arms):

Walking along the beach near Burnham-on-Sea, we noticed a slightly ominous-looking Hinkley Point nuclear power station several miles away in the mist across the bay on the North Somerset coast.

Hinkley Point Power Station across Bridgewater Bay.

A combination of weather conditions – the “beast from the east” and Storm Emma – has resulted in us being plunged back into Winter, ironically on the first day of meteorological Spring. We were under a Yellow Snow Warning (a term crying out for a hyphen) then Amber, but as at 3:00pm today, the condition is now RED! Hatches are battened and the wine uncorked. Bring it on..!

The view from our window at 4:00pm today.

Lucy has been joining me on runs with the Bristol Hash. She’s not keen on other dogs, preferring to chase sticks if anyone will throw them, but she is sort of making friends with a few regulars. Here we are (second from left) with some of the other highly-tuned athletes, all anxious to get back to the pub (this week The Beaufort Arms, Hawkesbury Upton).


Pictures by © Doctor Z.