We awake to gulls noisily fighting it out over the harbour and a lone white egret fishing in the shallows. Taran puts the porridge on the hob while we wait for Martyn and his dad to arrive. It's nearing high water as we set off but due to the complexity of the tides the water will be running north through Ramsey sound for about another five hours or so. The aim was to take our time, explore this rugged stretch of coat line between Solva and St Davids and paddle up through the sound and end at Porthselle where Martyn and his family were camped.
Optimus Taran! Taran tries out his new waterproof camera bag, the resulting shot shown bellow.
Heading toward Carreg yr Esgob another small rock out crop, I'm more interested in the black clouds looming behind.
Trying to get some sort of scale of the size of this cave.
Me and Taran take up the offer for a lift back to the van rather than paddle back to save the arms. I believe Martyn forgot to mention the carry up the steep cliff to the caravan though! A nice warm cuppa to comfort our damp acing muscles (can't believe it's summer!!) and then it's back to the van for Tarans speciality chili and rice and another warm brew.