Chapter Eight, in which I return to Tenby twice, once by sail and once on foot.
"...Monkstone Head, half way between Tenby and Saundersfoot, had fairly difficult paths. I noticed a thick rope which plunged over a rugged precipice to the beach below, but was relieved to see the path continued in another direction. I do not like heights. 20 feet high harbour ladders are quite hazardous but one gets used to using them daily. I suppose climbers get used to giddy heights too.
A view of Tenby from the South side of Monkstone Head had me riveted to the spot as breaking waves could be heard far below on the beach. Occasionally the path edged around slopes, so steep, that if one fell it would be impossible to hang on, while further down, the incline plunged vertically to the beach. It was all very dramatic but I am sure that if I took friends there to see it the cliffs would shrink, the view would moderate and the distances would diminish. Part of my wonder comes from my solitude and freedom within that..." Read more
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