The wildflowers were EVERYWHERE. They crowded every surface, every wall was encrusted with clumps of the pink field scabious above and the daisy-type flowers below (which could be either Sea Mayweed or Ox-eye daisies according to my flower book). The sheer quantity, variety and colours were stunning. I especially loved the way that every cliffside was adorned with clinging floral clumps. Sigh...
And the sea - so blue and calm (while we were there at least - from the look of the cliffs, arches, caves and stacks, I suspect it can be pretty wild).
My lovely boy enjoyed the views (from a safe distance away from the cliff edge of course...he's not keen on heights!).
Whereas I like peering right over and seeing what you can see down each cove or inlet.
We reached the tiny harbour of Porthclais and took the dogs down for a drink and a swim in the stream.
It's hard to imagine boats sailing into that remote little speck of a place laden with limestone to burn for fertilizer. The breadth of human ingenuity is so often awe-inspiring.
Foxgloves everywhere too - they're not blossoming up here yet.
The coastline is littered with tiny rocky islands so the birdlife is pretty impressive too.
We're just rounding the head and can see Ramsey Island in the background now. More pics later (you don't get off that easy....)