This Woman Was Here

We slept for 12 hours and woke to a misty morning. After a breakfast of an omelette made from the leftover sausage, potato and leek, we headed to Fishguard to hit the farmer’s market. Lower Fishguard is the harbor where cruise ships used to take off, which is why the railroad came to Fishguard (to bring wealthy passengers to the boats). It is a lovely harbor with boats resting on the mud at low tide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upper Fishguard has the shops, with a ring of standing stones made from the same bluestones that were used in Stonehenge (which were quarried a few miles behind the town).

We visited a wonderful art gallery that made me wish I had brought pastels or watercolors, something to capture the immense beauty of the place. We also found a wonderful thrift shop where Jordan found a second sweatshirt and I found a lovely chiffon summer dress. At a shop called the Gourmet Pig, we bought an assortment of local pies– pork and stilton, hare and mushrooms, chicken gammon and leek, and a dressed/stuffed local crab (which we had for lunch).

At the farmers market we bought more local sausages (pork and apple, lamb and mint), local cheeses, as well as turkey eggs, fresh veggies and local chocolates and cookies. At the COOP we rounded up some Welsh dark beers, enough supplies to get us through the next few days.

After our lunch of local pies and beer, we headed out for a second hike along the coast. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every cove was more breathtaking than the last. Wildflowers grow along the cliffs, gulls cry overhead, waves crash below.

 

The views are very similar to the Ring of Kerry in Ireland, but here we are walking along the coast instead of driving. We walked most of the afternoon in a light drizzle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Luckily, Jim came to pick us up because we were a bit damp. After we changed into dry pants, we went down to join Jim’s cousin, Joanne, at the Newport boat club celebration for the new landing (dock). They served platers of appetizers and beer and wine, all of which we enjoyed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the party, we met a lovely woman who has had a house here for 70 years, Ondara, now shared with 27 other relatives. As we were walking home, the sky cleared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jim spent his childhood summers here and remembers participating in all the regattas. Sadly, there are not so many sailboats in the harbor today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a lovely light supper of salad, cheese, and bread, Jim drove us up to the top of the mountain to see the sunset and try to catch a glimpse of the wild horses.

We were successful on both counts.