Manorbier to Bosherton - 1
Posted by Paul Allyn Mon, 24 Apr 2006 13:38:36 GMT
We left Manorbier after having a good look about in St. James (see previous post). It was still over cast, but pleasant. This is Manorbier Bay from the “other side”, sans surfers (map). The promontory across the bay is known as “Priest’s Nose.” I am not amused – my nose is not as big and no where as green as this priest’s nose. I wonder, though, what the local priest must have looked like back when they were naming things. I imagine someone saying to another, “I’ll meet you out at Fr. Beezer’s snout and we’ll have a snort or two.”
It didn’t take too long for the weather to clear up. We hadn’t walked 2 Kms from Manorbier Bay when the overcast burned off and we had this great vies of Swanlake Bay – the next bay over. From this point on we had no more overcast, nor rain, nor drizzle. The color of the sea was magnificant! and the way the land fell and formed, captivating!
From here the walking was pretty much the same. We would walk along the cliff tops for a mile or so and then down to the beach. Then a walk along the beach. Some of the beach walks could be as long as a mile and sometimes as short as 10 yards. Then it was a climb back up to the top. According to my fancy watch that tells the altitude as well as the time – most climbs up from the beach were between 200 and 250 feet. Which doesn’t sound like much except when it seems like the walk is straight up hill – and when one remembers that a 25 story building is about 250 feet tall. Most folks would prefer the elevator to the stairs, but then, what kind of adventure is that?
By the time we got around to the Freshwater East beach, we were ready for some beach walking and watching the dogs chase each other about on sand and bark at the waves. When we got to where we could see the beach below we decided to take a more adventurous way down. You could, of course follow the path, but then, what kind of adventure would that be?
Now the thing is, Kathy is not big on heights, but was anxious to get to the beach. The beach won out and she opted for the more adventurous way down. Neither of us are rock scramblers. Her success in getting quickly down to the beach is memorialized in this picture. Note lack of well defined path down the rocks to the beach.
grace and peace Paul+
