A wild and windy place. Very stark but in a strange way also very beautiful.
St. Govan, who was he? This chapel was built over the entrance to a fissure, not even a cave, where the hermit, Govan, lived. Lots of legends but few hard facts. The chapel dates from the 14th century.
The Pembrokeshire coast is still quite pristine. The roads leading to the beaches are mostly single track and, fortunately, very little used. just as well as the car parks are very small at the beaches.
This is May the 7th. It is still very cold. The tree and hedges are still mostly leafless and the fields still looked ploughed.
Out on the head the gorse has not been affected by the cold and is in full yellow glow.
Gek found her redder than red wooly hat in the Welsh loft. Needed here, believe me.
St. David's Cathedral, a structure begun in the 12th century. A surprising amount of slate used in the build.
We found a secret garden on the east side for a quiet lunch. Out of wind and in the sunshine.
A walk up out on St. David's head.
This is a wild place and yet people lived and thrived here, perhaps as far back as 5000 years ago. The stone circles in the photo are what remains of round houses. The ridge of stones in the middle distance are the fallen down remains of a defensive wall across the peninsular. On the horizon Carn Llidi.
And so up to Cairn Llidi. That is me on the skyline.