Monday, 30 August 2010
Just back from a week's climbing on the sea cliffs of Pembroke with Nick. Both of us had been to North Wales countless times, but for some reason neither of us had yet visited this beautiful place on the western tip of south Wales. We soon realised we were in for a treat: miles of seacliff, lovely secluded sandy bays some of which are accessible only by boat or by abseil, and excellent varied climbing on solid (mainly!) limestone in a place that felt like the end of the earth.
Here are some of the perils we faced:
Nick after being splashed by a wave, belayed on Armorican.
Before abseiling down to do the climb, we'd left our rucsacs behind a mound separating the cliff-top coastal path from a field.
Here's Nick retrieving our rucsacs afterwards, showing true courage in the face of a herd of interested cows, only to find the rucsacs covered in cow slobber.
Luckily they hadn't stolen our sandwiches.
Posted by Jim at 08:24