If, after a week with the grandchildren, you aspire to perfect peace, jump in a motorhome or car and travel over the Severn Bridge to the south of Wales, past dear old Swansea to the non-existent port of Port Eynon (Welsh logic, boyo). There’s a small village, narrow streets, a good local pub, B & B and a cafe (in the summer only?), a pretty Church guarding, spiritually, the statue of the long dead brave seafarers and those RNLI chaps that lost their lives saving others. Sadly, I didn’t see any Welshmen, I’m sure there are some; perhaps try those dunes next summer ‘ cause there were plenty their famous pretty sheep up there, grazing!
We parked in a field absolutely adjacent to a wonderful sandy beach. In October, perhaps not surprisingly, we were the only ones there! Table up, deckchairs and glasses raised; to sit in the setting sun looking over this spectacular bay.
Breakfast in exactly the same place having resisted a dip in a warmish sea. What this review hopes to do, is to inspire you to take the chance to wake at 6.00am and watch the sun rise over this beautiful curving bay of sand, dunes and waves. Damn, that’s nearly poetic. By 8.30 we had climbed the hill behind us, 15 minutes in flip flops, to a really spectacular view through 360 degrees. From here you can join the Coastal Path that follows the cliftops probably to Tenby. This reviewer will never know, as returning to his peaceful field was the preferred option, followed by a stroll along the beach to the village for a coffee, no, ok a wine! (If you see my wife on your visit there, please pass on my apologies for not noticing she had missed the motorhome departure time). Jackyda xx
