Day 270 Newport Transporter Bridge

Friday 29 April 2016

Nr St Brides Wentlooge to Newport

8 miles

Oli and Laura’s house

Oliver cooked me a bacon and egg sandwich and then drove me back to the sea wall leading from Cardiff to Newport. What a great brother I’ve got!

The weather was very changeable today, bright sunshine interspersed with heavy showers. I survived 3 such showers without getting wet. The first came after only 5 minutes of walking and I was just by a cafe so I ran inside and had a coffee. 

walking the sea wall – ominous dark clouds over Newport Power Station!
The sea wall reminded me of Essex and the low lying land with ditches was rather like the Norfolk Fens; there even seem to be a smattering of Dutch names!

West Usk lighthouse marked the turn inland up the Ebbw River. I had to run to the lighthouse and take cover behind a wall from the second downpour. 

West Usk Lighthouse (now a B&B)
The next bit of the path was completely blocked by a herd of about 50 cows and a bull. Only one thing for it, I tried to look big and shoo them all away. Scary, but I managed it and then I walked very quickly around the path to get away from them. 

I had to get through there! I can now add cow herding to my list of skills
I arrived in the outskirts of Newport and survived my third shower standing behind a tree. I don’t think the path went through the best bits of town, at least I hope it didn’t. 

Welcome to Newport!
I arrived at the Newport Transporter Bridge and went into the small visitor centre. Having been on the Middlesborough Transporter Bridge already on my trip I was keen to go on this one, the only other working transporter bridge in the UK and one of only 6 worldwide (only 20 were ever built). 

the Newport Transporter Bridge looking magnificent
The Newport Bridge is even older than the Middlesborough one. It was built in 1906 and then restored and reopened in 1995. It crosses the River Usk and was built to ferry the workers to the steel plant.  

lots of photos of the transporter bridge
the gondola approaching
Before I crossed the bridge, first I was meeting Chris and Ginny for lunch at one of the old pubs next door, The Waterloo. It was great to catch up with Chris. 

the amazing bar in The Waterloo Hotel, complete with tiles (it is grade I listed)
After lunch I met Oliver and we climbed up the Transporter Bridge together and walked across the top platform. Once on the other side we caught the gondola back across the River Usk. We were lucky that the views were great this afternoon. 

Me and Oli walking across the top of the transporter bridge
looking through the walkway as the gongola passed beneath

the view up the River Usk into Newport

Day 269 Lavernock Calling Cardiff, Over

Thursday 28 April 2016

Barry to Cardiff/Newport border

17 miles

Oli and Laura’s house

I caught the train from Cardiff Central to Cadoxton, a suburb of Barry. I still had to walk through the suburbs and around the chemical works to Sully Bay. 

Sully beach, made up of vegetated shingle (Sully Island and Steep Holm in the distance)
The coast path ran past the edges of suburban gardens and was way marked by stones with various little mosaics telling the story of Sully. The beach was made up of vegetated shingle, which is apparently quite rare. 

the footpath around Sully – guided by mosaics and tiles
At Swanbridge I stopped for a 2nd breakfast overlooking Sully Island. The tide was in so no chance of walking to it. 

Sully Island marooned offshore at high tide
On the way to Lavernock I passed an old WW2 anti-aircraft battery; unsurprising set in a location with great views. 

looking down the Bristol Channel from an old searchlight position for a shore battery that protected the Channel from enemy ships
At the church in this tiny village there was a plaque commemorating the first radio transmissions across water that were made by Marconi, who was based at Lavernock. In 1897 he received a message at Laverock that was sent from Flat Holm. 

the commemorative plaque on Lavernock Church wall
a small tower on the Lavernock cliff – was this used by Marconi?
From Lavernock Point it was a short walk to Penarth, with its big houses on the cliff top and a pier on the small sea front. 

looking at Penarth (on the cliff) and Cardiff Bay below it
Penarth’s art deco pier (one of the stopping points for The Waverley, the only working paddle steamer in the world)
Back up the hill to Penarth Head and some great views across the Bristol Channel, taking in the islands, and also over Cardiff Bay. 

the view from Penarth Head (Flat Holm and Steep Holm are the islands)
Cardiff Bay
I dropped down to Cardiff Bay and walked across the Cardiff Bay Barrage. What a feat of engineering. It was built 1994-99 to create a freshwater bay and it certainly seems to have created a busy and well used environment. 

the bridge was open at Cardiff Bay Barrage when I arrived
one of the barrage sections
One of the barrage sections was drained for repair and the South Wales Fire Service were carrying out some training.

this section had been drained
looking back at Cardiff Bay Barrage and Penarth Head
The East side of Cardiff Bay was busy, with people and lots of fantastic buildings. I walked past the Welsh Assembly and along Roald Dahl Plas. 

The Welsh Assembly (made of Welsh slate of course)
Cardiff Bay very much celebrates being the home of Roald Dahl (he was Christened in the Norwegian Church) and being the start point for Scott’s voyage to the Antarctic in 1910. I was mildly amused to note the lovely mosaic memorial to Scott and his colleagues is located directly in front of the Norwegian Church!

the memorial to Captain Scott and his men, in front of the Norwegian Church
From Cardiff Bay the coast path wends its way alongside a small canal flanked by houses and apartments (I saw grebes and coots with their chicks). After that the walk was best forgotten. 

a roundabout covered in signs
I spent a good hour walking alongside a busy road through a series of industrial estates and then, when I reached the water’s edge, it was only to walk past a sewage works and various other nasty sites. I walked past 2 landfill sites, although it seemed more like I was walking through and over them. It wasn’t pleasant walking and the smell was horrible. There was one small settlement of chalets that I walked past and they were surrounded by rubbish and various animals, including horses standing in muck and mud. It was all very sad, and smelly. 

looking down on the sewage treatment works, and various other industries, from what seemed like the top of an old landfill site
I had to walk up and down the banks of the Rhymney River to escape, and even the river was muddy and filled with rubbish and tyres. 

Finally I reached the sea wall, just as the wind picked up. Walking along it reminded me of Essex all that time ago; walking atop a big grassy bank designed to hold back the tide. 

the sea wall (no, I’m not back in Essex!)
When I reached the Cardiff/Newport border I phoned Oliver (who had offered to pick me up) and headed into the road. I had seen 2 sides of Cardiff today. 

Day 268 Hailstorm at Barry Island

Wednesday 27 April 2016

Llantwit Major to Barry

16 miles

Oli and Laura’s house, Cardiff

I was up early to catch the bus into the centre of Cardiff and then the train to Llantwit Major, named after St Illtud who founded a college and a monastery here in 393AD. 

Llantwit Major old town
I stopped for a coffee at the velo cafe in the old part of town. Fuelled on caffeine I headed out to the coast. It was a lovely morning, the sun was shining and there was very little wind. Consequently I had an excellent view across the Bristol Channel to North Devon. 

a beautiful view along the cliff to Nash Point
an example of cliff erosion (Devon in the background)
My walk to Aberthaw was nice, mostly along the cliff and then a stretch at the back of a long, rocky beach covered in anti-tank defences (known as Dragons’ teeth around here). 

Aberthaw beach (dragons’ teeth on the edge of the beach)
Unfortunately, while I was bathed in sunshine I could see a huge dark cloud looming over Aberthaw Power Station (all power stations seem to have dark, moody skies over them). With a lack of wind the rain clouds just didn’t seem to be moving. 

Aberthaw Power Station
Aberthaw has a biodiversity area, created by the power station, not only with finance but also by providing a tropical environment! Apparently Bass and Smoothound Sharks come here to breed in the warm water. 

Aberthaw biodiversity area
I had only just climbed the cliff out of Aberthaw when the first hailstorm hit me. I managed to get my waterproof jacket on but didn’t bother with the trousers and just accepted I was going to get soaked. For the next 3 hours the weather alternated between hail and heavy rain, and the temperature seemed to drop by about 10 degrees. All the time I could see Devon bathed in sunshine!

Rhoose – an old quarry with a new housing estate
I walked past RAF St Athan (now Cardiff Airport) at Rhoose. Rhoose Point had a sign telling me I had reached the southernmost point of mainland Wales. This old quarry filled with new houses seemed like a desolate place in the pouring rain. I needed a cafe to dry off. 

the lovely sign marking the most southerly point of mainland Wales
I was thoroughly soaked by the time I reached Porthkerry Country Park. I stopped at the cafe for a cake and a break from the rain so I could swap maps and add a layer. 

the Porthkerry viaduct
The rain eased slightly as I arrived in Barry. I stood on the cliff and surveyed Cold Knap Point and Barry Island. 

looking across to Barry Island
Cold Knap Point
As the tide was out I walked across the sand/mud to Barry Island. 

walking across to Barry Island at low tide
Whitmore Bay was just around Friars Point and there I came face to face with the famous Barry Island Pleasure Park. It looked a bit sad without any people and only a few places were open. I didn’t stop. 

Barry Island Pleasure Park (just like Las Vegas, it looks less tacky from a distance)
On the other side of the island are the docks and a view of Barry Power Station. 

lookig along the coast as far as Sully Island
Barry Docks
The sky was black over Barry so I hurried on, keen to cross the bridge and get to the train station before I got drenched again. I almost made it. 

the weather rolling in to Barry Island
I sat at Barry station and watched the heaviest downpour. Everyone was shivering in the cold. The sun was out when I arrived back in Cardiff!

Day 267 Glamorgan Heritage Coast

Tuesday 26 April 2016

Porthcawl to Llantwit Major

19 miles

Oli and Laura’s house, Cardiff

Trecco Bay at high tide, looking back on Porthcawl
Many thanks to Ann and Meirion for looking after me. Meirion gave me a lift down to Sandy Bay and I walked past the funfair and all along the beaches of Sandy Bay, Trecco Bay and the edge of the Merthyr-mawr Warren Nature Reserve. It was high tide so there wasn’t much beach but lots of shingle. 

Merthyr-mawr Warren
I reached the Ogmore River and had to divert inland, through the Merthyr-mawr dunes (apparently the 2nd highest in Europe), around the sewage works hidden in the trees, past the remains of Candleston Castle, to the village of Merthyr Mawr. 

Candleston Castle in the woods
It was a lovely walk and very quiet. Merthyr Mawr was very picturesque with its thatched cottages and church surrounded by a carpet of bluebells on the banks of the river. 

St Teilo’s Church, Merthyr Mawr
I crossed two bridges to Ogmore, which also meant I was now in Glamorgan. I found myself back at The Pelican pub (too early for lunch!) and alongside Ogmore Castle (another Norman Castle built 1116). 

Ogmore Castle
It didn’t take quite so long to walk the road down to Ogmore-by-Sea and then I was back on cliffs. 

looking down the Ogmore River
I walked along to Southerndown and stopped at the pub there for lunch. The wind was picking up and I could see squalls of rain that kept just missing me. 

walking the ‘dangerous cliffs’ to Southerndown
A huge sausage sandwich later and I felt invigorated and ready to carry on. It was very windy and at times I felt like my rucksack was being ripped off my back. Great fun walking along some very exposed cliff tops with no fencing and lots of cliff falls. 

Dunraven Bay
The Glamorgan Heritage Coast has the 2nd biggest tidal range in the World. I was glad that I had stopped for lunch because the walk from Dunraven Bay to Nash Point should be done at low tide. I would have been possible to walk the whole way on the beach; however, I stayed on the cliff top and was rewarded with some spectacular views of the rock formations. 

the ‘dancing stones’ at Dunraven Bay
Dunraven Bay used to have a huge mansion house but it was demolished in the 1960s as it became unaffordable. There is a small heritage centre there and walks through the gardens. The beach has lots of large rocks on it known as ‘dancing stones’. It was very noisy as a coastguard helicopter was practising something around the cliffs of Witches Nose, the bit that sticks out at Dunraven. 

the coastguard helicopter out practising
The Blue Lias cliffs on this stretch of Glamorgan coast are spectacular. They are formed by layers of limestone and shale, and they captivated me. Around every turn the cliffs, and the flat rocks on the beaches below, gave another dramatic view. 

dramatic cliffs
amazing Blue Lias cliffs
I rounded Nash Point, which has 2 lighthouses (one not used), and arrived at St Donat’s Bay. 

Nash Point lighthouses
This was a strange place; concrete castle-like walls the length of the small bay to keep the public out. I could see an outdoor swimming pool behind the walls and it looked like some sort of activity centre. To get to the town behind I can only assume one must walk through the small wood on the side of the cliff? 

St Donat’s
I reached the cliff top overlooking Col-huw Point, the spit of shingle that forms Llantwit Major’s beach. 

the Afon Col-huw leading to the beach by Llantwit Major
Here I headed into the, larger than I expected, town to catch the train back to Cardiff. Llantwit Major certainly seemed like a thriving community with lots of shops, several pubs and a lovely old centre. 

stunning Blue Lias cliffs

Day 266 Port Talbot and Porthcawl

Monday 25 April 2016

Port Talbot to Porthcawl

16 miles

Ann and Meirion’s house, Porthcawl (Al’s parents)

I caught a bus into the centre of Cardiff and then a train to Baglan, saving me a walk out of Swansea and across the River Neath. I made my way through Sandfields housing estate to the waterfront at Aberavon Sands. 

Aberavon Sands (at high tide)
At the end of the promenade is Aberavon Beach, which is lovely, except for being right next to the docks servicing Port Talbot steel factory. 

the beautiful Aberavon beach, with Port Talbot steel works behind it
The path turned inland to skirt the docks and the steel works, and I spent the next couple of hours mostly walking next to a main road, sandwiched between the M4 and the factories. It was not the most exciting walk. 

Port Talbot docks and steel works
Eventually, after another roundabout, I turned away from the main road and across several railway lines at the end of their tracks. Suddenly I entered a sand dune and wetland wilderness. 

Kenfig Burrows Nature Reserve
Kenfig Burrows
It was a long walk along the soft sandy paths through Kenfig National Nature Reserve. A wild place next to all the industry. I didn’t see much wildlife though, mainly geese and skylarks. 

the edge of Kenfig Burrows, Port Talbot behind it
I approached Porthcawl via Rest Bay, which I later found out is significantly lower and has less sand than before the 2013 storms.  

Rest Bay, Porthcawl
looking back on Rest Bay
Porthcawl seems like a nice town, originally developed around a small harbour to service the iron and coal industries of the valleys and now a seaside resort. I walked along Lock’s Common and the esplanade, with its 1932 Grand Pavillion, and out to Porthcawl Point. 

Porthcawl esplanade
I noticed the plaque on the wall commemorating the first Porthcawl Annual Christmas Day swim that has been running since 1965.

the lighthouse at Porthcawl Point, Sandy Bay on the left and Ogmore across the bay
I had a lovely evening with my friend Al’s parents. Meirion and Ann really looked after me and made me feel very welcome. 

penguins and a blue whale at Aberavon Sands

WEEK 37 – Llansteffan, Carmarthenshire to Swansea

79 miles walked

(total 2,090 miles walked)

What a great week. A short but hard week of walking around some absolutely stunning places. Yet again I was lucky to meet some lovely people and stay in some nice places so no camping this week. 

a beautiful beach nestled in Broughton Burrows – I missed the Blue Pool that is here somehwere
The Gower is beautiful and I was really lucky to spend the sunniest day of the week doing the best walk around Whiteford Burrows, Rhossili and Port Eynon. 

Days 264 and 265 Rest Days

Saturday 23 and Sunday 24 April 2016

Rest days

Oli and Laura’s house, Cardiff

It was nice to have a couple of days with my Oliver and Laura. Fran from Montrose was also staying for the weekend, ahead of a course in Cardiff. We ate lots of food, watched some rugby and went for a walk on the beach at Ogmore, near Porthcawl. Oliver and I did some stone skimming and fossil hunting. 

a coral fossil found at Ogmore-by-Sea
After some debate, the concensus of opinion was that I wouldn’t be able to wade across the Ogmore River on Tuesday and would have to walk inland to the bridge. 

the Ogmore River
Our walk ended with an excellent pie and chips at the nearby pub called The Pelican in her Piety. 

me and my brother

Day 263 Mumbles and Swansea

Friday 22 April 2016

Sandy Lane to Swansea

14 miles

Oli and Laura’s house, Cardiff

I awoke to rain pattering on Pippa’s cabin. After tea and poached eggs on toast and more chatting it was after 10 am before I left. It was still raining. 

looking along the coast from Southgate to Mumbles Head
I walked back through Southgate to the cliffs and then along to Pwlldu. The cliffs were beautiful, even in the rain. Pwlldu beach had a house built behind the shingle with a track through a ford to reach it. 

the road to the cottage on Pwldu beach
As I approached Mumbles, Caswell and Langland Bays both gave the impression they were very popular tourist beaches. Caswell in particular was a lovely big, sandy beach. 

Caswell Bay
Langlands Bay
Mumbles Head was a bit of a disappointment as there were lots of workmen and barriers (it looked like they were doing something to a tunnel through the cliff), and the weather was such that I could barely see the lighthouse, never mind any views across to Devon. 

Mumbles Head lighthouse
Mumbles pier jutting out into Swansea Bay
I carried on into the town and stopped at one of the many, many cafes. Apparently Mumbles used to be an oyster town, but they weren’t on any menu I saw. I picked well as lunch at the Kitchen Table was very nice and gave me a chance to dry off. The rain wasn’t heavy, just persistent. 

looking across Swansea Bay to Mumbles
Swansea Bay was big and had a promenade all the way around it, much of it with a fitness trail. It looked like a lot of effort had gone into improving the sea front. 

Swansea across the Bay
I walked along Marine Walk as far as the Swansea Marina and then headed into the centre of Swansea to the train station. I passed Swansea Castle, built in 1290. This is not the original one that was built by the first Lord of Gower in 1106. 

Marine Walk, Swansea
I caught the train to Cardiff for a weekend with my brother and his wife. 

Swansea Castle

Day 262 Oxwich and a Chalet at Threecliff Bay

Thursday 21 April 2016

Port Eynon to Sandy Lane

11 miles

Pippa’s chalet

A darker, cloudy sky today; no sun to be seen. It didn’t matter because I was still on a high from yesterday. I made my packeted porridge and ate it in the hostel lounge, staring out across Port-Eynon Bay. 

the old lifeboat house, now a youth hostel, at Port Eynon
I was on the road just after 8.30 am, heading across the beach to Horton and then past some big houses onto the cliff path. I noticed that my legs felt a bit tired today, which I put down to the last couple of days being quite long and strenuous. How fortunate then that I wasn’t going to walk so far today (not that I knew it at this point as I was aiming for Mumbles). 

Port-Eynon Bay
I made my way around Oxwich Point and Oxwich Beach came briefly into view before I was enveloped by trees. The path wound up and down through a lovely wood on the side of the cliff and I got a chance to admire the carpet of bluebells. I crossed paths with a lady who was also walking the whole of the British coast. Natalia had started walking clockwise from Durdle Door in February. She was on a very different walk to me as her 5-year old daughter had died 4 months ago and she was walking for charity, and through grief. She had a back-up team that arranged people for Natalia to walk and stay with, so she wasn’t carrying a tent. We wished each other well and swapped website addresses; hers is 

looking back on Oxwich Beach and Burrows
St Iltyd’s Church is buried in the wood, barely visible from the beach. Noting the saint’s name I wondered if I was still on some sort of pilgrims’ path?
the wood on the side of the cliff, St Iltyd’s Church is just visible
I dropped out of the wood onto Oxwich Beach, a long stretch of golden sand with huge dunes behind. In the middle of the beach I had to head into the dunes to cross a small river via a bridge. I stopped here for a short break and to eat something (porridge makes me hungry!). Then I stuck on the path, through the dunes and up the cliff. I found a brilliant rope swing and stopped to play on it for a bit. 

you can’t beat a good rope swing!
I rounded the small headland to overlook Threecliff Bay; wow. 
Threecliff Bay
What a stunning sight, with Pennard Pill meandering down the beach and the cliffs protruding into it. I thought it looked quite magical. (It also looked like the path did a lot of serious up and down.)

Pennard Pill meandering down the beach
I kept stopping to admire the view from different angles as I made my way into the beach and across the stepping stones bridging the Pill. Pennard Castle was visible high on the cliff.
Pennard Castle above Threecliff Bay
Someone had lit a fire on the shingle and I walked towards it. Two ladies walking their dogs also gravitated towards the fire (I thought they’d put it but they hadn’t). We got chatting and they were both local. After 5 minutes Pippa had offered me a bed for the night just up on the cliff in Sandy Lane. It was too good an offer to refuse as my legs were tired and, unusually, I hadn’t got a plan for my accommodation that evening. It seemed like it was meant to be so I gratefully accepted the offer. Pippa advised that I walk up to Southgate, stop at Pennard Stores cafe, and then walk on to her house as a nice end to my walk. I took her advice and climbed the steep cliff off the beach. 

Threecliff Bay
…and again

There is some serious money in Southgate and some very large houses. I only had eyes for the homemade cake in the cafe and spent a happy couple of hours reading the paper and relaxing. I bought Pippa some cake and a bottle of wine and headed across the golf course to Sandy Lane. 

Sandy Lane grew up as prefabs during the War and is still made up mostly of wooden chalets. It had quite a hippy feel to it. Pippa’s chalet was amazing; she is an artist and, along with her friend who is a builder, had recently done it up, complete with lots of quirky features (like bent tea strainers as kitchen cupboard handles). She will be renting it out in the summer as a holiday let (Gower getaways – Windyhill) and will live in the cabin in the garden (my bed for the night). 

Pippa and one of her neighbour’s were going to the gym this evening so I went with them and had an evening relaxing in the pool, sauna and steam room. After that Pippa and I went to the pub for dinner and I didn’t get to bed until after midnight. I meet some wonderful people on this trip!

more amazing cliff formations near Southgate

Day 261 Whiteford Burrows, Rhossili Beach and Worms Head

Wednesday 20 April 2016

Llanmadoc to Port Eynon

18 miles

Port Eynon Youth Hostel

The forecast promised a sunny day and it was delivered for my walk around the head of the Gower peninsula. I started with Whiteford Burrows; a spit of sand dunes and pine woods protecting Great Pill and the marshes from the Celtic Sea. 

looking down from Llanmadoc on Whiteford Burrows and the Afon Loughor
Unsurprisingly, the wind picked up as I walked further out but it was beautiful. I wasn’t alone though; an army EOD team was out to destroy some WW2 ordnance (this area used to be a military range). 

the sand spit from Whiteford Point
When I reached Whiteford Point I got a great view of the iron lighthouse, built a mile offshore in 1865 and the only one of its kind in Europe. 

Whiteford Lighthouse in the Loughor Estuary, Pembrey on the far shore
I jumped down the lovely dunes and began my long walk along Whiteford Sands and then across Broughton Bay to the point at Burry Holms. 

walking from Whiteford Sands to Broughton Bay, Burry Holms to aim for
I climbed onto the cliff top at Broughton Burrows (a cliff top covered in sand dunes) and walked around the corner to face Rhossili Bay. What a beautiful beach. 

Rhossili Beach, flanked by Rhossili Down and leading to Worms Head
my solitary footprints coming along Rhossili Beach from Burry Holms
I walked halfway along the golden sand until I reached Hillend, where I walked past the deserted camping fields and climbed up onto Rhossili Down. The coast path actually goes along the base of the Down but on such a glorious day I wanted the views from the top. 

at the top of Rhossili Down on a glorious day
Rhossili Down
It was a perfect day for enjoying fantastic views from Rhossili Down. I could see across the whole of Carmarthen Bay and beyond. I could see St Govan’s Head at the Bay’s Northern tip, Worms Head at the Southern tip, and across the Bristol Channel to Lundy Island and North Devon. It was breathtaking. 
looking back on Llanmadoc Hill and Loughor Estuary

Broughton Burrows, Burry Holms and Hillend campsite

Rhossili Beach and Worms Head
It was windy on the top but worth the extra effort. It was early afternoon when I dropped down into Rhossili so I stopped for a quick coffee. 
looking back along the beach and at the Down from Rhossili
I only had a short rest (out of the sun as I was a bit worried I was going to get sunburn or even sunstroke) I carried on to the Lookout Station opposite Worms Head. Here was a good spot to sit and enjoy the rest of yesterday’s picnic from the supermarket. 

the end of Rhossili Beach and Worms Head
The tide was coming in so I was too late to walk onto Worms Head itself; I was quite happy just admiring it from the headland. 

Worms Head
I still had a 7-mile walk along the spectacular cliff top to Port Eynon. This day had everything!

the cliffs on the way to Port Eynon
I passed a couple of forts on the cliffs, where circular earth walls and ditches were still clearly visible. There are lots of caves on this section of the cliffs but I didn’t climb down and explore any as I have done that before when visiting as a child. Culver Hole is the well-known man-made cave near Port-Eynon Point and was probably used by smugglers. (The small village of Port Eynon once had 8 Excise men stationed there.)

The Salt House at Port Eynon
I rounded Port-Eynon Point and dropped down off the cliff by the remains of The Salt House, a 16th Century mansion built for the smuggler John Lucas. I passed through the beach-side campsite and stopped at The old lifeboat house that is now a youth hostel. Such an amazing location right on the beach and I had the best bedroom, overlooking the sea. 

the view of Port Eynon Bay from my Youth Hostel bedroom
Diane, the hostel warden, was lovely and we spent ages chatting. She recommended the local pub for dinner and I enjoyed a lovely fish and chip supper. A great end to an amazing day. 

looking down on Broughton Burrows, Burry Holms and the mouth of the estuary