Propped up in bed, against bright green pillows, gazing through the window to the sea, I am counting in my head how many times I have had a sea view from bed, maybe this is the third. I’ve been sitting here, watching the landscape, for… I’m not sure how long. It is rare I do nothing, think about nothing. Swifts dart in and out of an old barn, fleeting distractions. The land, the sky and the sea and nothing much else is time well spent.
It seems an age ago now. It was the beginning of August. We spent a few days in Pembrokeshire, just catching the end of the hot weather. I’ve given a lot of time and love to North Wales, but South Wales and West Wales have been less accessible. We are better placed now, a short drive puts us in Wales.
We stayed in the Marloes Sands Youth Hostel. It is a wonderfully basic hostel, the main house has three family rooms, all with sea views. The shared dorms are in separate buildings. There is little else except a short walk across a field and down a cliff path to the sands and the sea. An even shorter walk to a bird hide. There isn’t much in the local village, although I can recommend the Friday night fish and chip van.
It is the slip of land in the very West of Wales that juts into the sea. Sea views in every direction. Staring at the sea rewarded us with seals and porpoises. We pottered on the beach. We watched birds. Took time to see the small things bugs and butterflies, flowers and plants in the hedgerow. It made for a simple holiday. Said it before, say it again, I love Wales.