At 3am last Monday morning, I was walking across a campsite at the Marloes peninsula, noting the damage other tents were sustaining due to the high winds. I saw one particularly battered tent and thought, ‘these people don’t know how to put a tent up’.
An hour later, there was a popping sound outside the tent I was in – the guy rope fastening had come away. I jerry-rigged it back, and went to sleep. Two hours later, more sounds, and two guy ropes had now gone, and the tent was collapsing.
Dave Doughty and I rescued what we could from inside, and hastened to dismantle the tent. Too hastily, in fact, as the wind snapped the poles in the process.
Meanwhile, the tent across the field remained battered – but intact!
An hour later we were sat in John Linney’s car, a bit shell-shocked by the experience. Eventually I said, “I’m off to the youth hostel” – Dave agreed, so off we went. We did not realise it at the time, but of the four tents we’d pitched, three were wrecked by the wind.
The wind had a serious affect on the whole trip – although it abated, it was not enough for the boat companies, so our whale-watching trip didn’t really happen, and the ferry to Skomer only ran on the Tuesday.
Having said that, the days away strengthened friendships rather than otherwise. We’ve holidayed together several times and have learned to weather the storms! So despite the events, the time was refreshing and re-invigorating. But the jokes don’t get any better… 🙂
Wednesday’s weather was excellent, though, and I trekked from the hostel to the Dale peninsula (about 12 miles). It’s an extraordinarily beautiful stretch of coastline, and the stretch near Marloes Sands is exceptional. The photos are from that part.