My husband and I escape London a few times a year and head to an eco bunker on the Pembrokeshire coast near St. David’s. There’s no TV and no phone signal, so it’s pretty idyllic. We go back to basics.
In the daytime, we gather fresh mussels, walk the coastal paths, sink cool ciders in small fishing harbours, swim in the turquoise sea or sunbathe on peaceful cliff tops that are carpeted with bright yellow broom.
Just before sunset, we drive down to Whitesands Bay and walk out to St. David’s Head, the most westerly outcrop of Wales. With sea on three sides, there are magnificent views all around and we perch on a rock, wrap up in a blanket and watch the sun slip slowly below the horizon while sipping warm Merlot from enamel mugs. The pink, lilac and coral orange reflections create an ever-changing light show on the sea, the sky and the sand.
When it’s almost dark, we wander back and walk along the beach in the dusk. The disappearing light gives the sea a misty, ethereal quality and the water on the wet sand seems to glow. It’s my favourite time, in my favourite place, with my favourite person, in the world.
Images courtesy of dave-pemcoastphotos.com on Flickr and Ellie Tennant