Marloes Sand, Pembrokeshire

I’m some 70% sure that I’ve actually stumbled into Cornwall somehow, rather than the south of Wales. Not only is the landscape, roads and even the smells, eerily similar, but today I also came across a delightful cafe that specialised in delicious Cornish-looking pasties.

With my tasty prize in hand, I descended upon my landmark for the day, Marloes Sands

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Yum!

Not much to write home about today, though I did enjoy dipping my toes in the sea for the first time since September. Plenty of pictures to share though.

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Marloes Sands itself is a collection of white beaches and jagged slate stacks, the last remnants of an ancient coastline. On it’s western end lies Gateholm Island, a tidal island that is home to over one hundred roundhouses, built during the Roman era by local Britons.

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Like much of Pembrokeshire, the coast has a dangerous past. This particular section of the coastline is known as the Jack Sound, a particularly treacherous stretch of water due to high and fast spring tides, as well as many lurking rocks.

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Further out at sea lies Skokholm Island, and if you’re think that sounds oddly like Stockholm, then you’re right as both places receive their name’s from the Vikings and mean roughly the same thing (wooded islet), though much like Stockholm today, Skokholm is pretty treeless.

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Little Skokholm

Along the coastline, towards the headland where one can view the bird-blessed island of Skomer, are several coves and bays, my favourite being Deadman’s Bay, likely so named due to the mentioned danger presented by the Jack Sound.

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Deadman’s Bay
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Skomer

After a long day walking across the cliffs and along the beach, we returned to Porthgain for a delicious and good-size portion of fish and chips (something I’ve sorely missed in Vienna) at the The Shed, with a clear, evening view of the village harbour. A perfect way to end a tiring day.

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  1. I grew up in the middle of the States and didn’t see the ocean until I was sixteen. Even when I lived in Virginia, I seldom went to the sea (because it was still a three-hour drive away). I never put much thought into it, but after living in Northern Ireland for a semester, I often find myself longing for a cool sea breeze and a nice hike by the ocean.

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    1. :O
      I’ve lived my entire life some 20 minutes from the sea. Stand on any hill here and you can see it. Going to Uni in Bangor, the sea was on my doorstep. When I hear people have gone for most of the lives and never seen the sea, I couldn’t comprehend it; not until I went to Austria. It was the longest time I’ve ever gone without seeing the sea and it was probably one of the things I missed the most there.

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      1. Me on the other hand, I could never comprehend people who said they spent their whole life by the sea. I do have to admit though, I lived up the hill from my grandparent’s lakefront property in the US, and now I am only a short bike ride away from the Lake of Contance. I always hated living on the lake in the US because it was a tourist destination full of noisy speedboats and drunk people all summer long. This lake is quite enjoyable, and I will be sad to leave it in a few month’s time.

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