What a week this one has been, honestly. A general election, a letter darting through the door with far better news than ever expected, the end of an era and one less thing to worry about. And the weather. Here in Pembrokeshire, it’s been feeling warm. Cycling and walking are no longer things that happen through the thick of gloves, hats and steamy vision (shush, I meant mist). We’ve been getting out most days and nights, it’s been much needed.
Another quick update to add is that following the earlier post about anxiety and cycling, I’m currently in the process of being assessed for asthma or 'exercise-induced bronchoconstriction' (EIB). Since the weather has warmed up I’ve not had any issues on the bike, but it’s good to cover all bases just to be sure. The nurse has given me an inhaler to use when needed which is a peace of mind.
On Thursday we took a drive down to Marloes Sands for a mooch before the bank holiday crowds descended. It’s already beginning to get much busier here in Pembs but it was ok. A few people here and there, but nothing to write home about in terms of social anxiety. Low tide meant that we could walk the entire beach and head up the furthest corner with these tiny caves that you can crawl into. It’s amazing what you hear when you’re sat in here.
And the beach itself, it’s beautiful. Marloes is one of those beaches where you really feel that you are stepping back in time. Fossils can be found right along the beach, encrusted in the fallen rocks that line it. Some of these rocks are so big that they form vast stone corridors you can explore along the pebble banks.
Marloes is a place of fallen giants, old stories and the path of many wanderers. Those who came before us and those yet to arrive.
We all need an escape from this world.
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