This morning the sun was shining, and Dorota and Jim and I took a walk before breakfast across the Nevern River and then came back through a path that led past a burial chamber from 4000BC. Jim says they erected the upright stones, buried the bodies and covered the entire structure with soil before adding the capstone. The amazing thing about this structure is that the enormous capstone is only supported on two of the four stones.
Support on left not touching
Not touching 2
After a breakfast of dry cured bacon and turkey eggs from the farmers market (very similar to chicken eggs but 2-3 times as large), we decided to hike around Dinas Head, which was our terminus point on yesterday’s hike. We started up the hill when Jordan saw a series of caves on the side of the hill that were too irresistible to pass up. After an initial no, we decided that these caves, although crazy difficult, were easier and safer to get to than the ones at the base of the cliff we walked yesterday (which he was determined to climb to). If you zoom in on the photo below, you can see a tiny Jordan on the rocks on the left. The caves he was bouldering to are on the far right.
Dinas head cove
He is 18 now and capable of making his own decisions, so we trusted him to be safe, and we headed up Dinas Head, a hike of about 1.5 hours. I won’t say we didn’t worry, but he was determined to boulder, and this seemed like the lesser of two evils.
The hike was glorious, with lots of other hikers out enjoying the beautiful weather.
Cove
On top of the world
Foxglove in gorse
On the other side of Dinas
He survived!
When we got back to the beach, we were more than a little relieved to be greeted by this sight–Jordan sleeping on the sea wall, exhausted by his successful climb. He is currently editing the video of his adventure to be posted TBA.
We came back to the house for a lunch of lamb and mint sausages, potatoes, leeks and bread, and then headed out for a third walk around the estuary towards Morpha head. The coastal path crosses a golf course, which was busy with players, but luckily they paused to let us walk through. Everyone in the village seemed to be out walking today.
At six, Jim and Steve met Kevin and Jo at the boat club pub for drinks and joined us back at the house where we all had a fantastic dinner of Dorota’s creation–chickens roasted with lemons and rosemary, new potatoes, and cabbage, followed by a mixed fruit crumble. How Dorota had time to put together such a luscious meal, no one could figure out. The sun doesn’t set until 10pm and exhausted, we followed it to bed.