back to the Gower.
Same noisy, fraught journey;
same wave of relief when we finally arrived and got that first blast of sea air. It was a fair old blast too, because we parked up by the cliff tops above Rhossili Bay, so no shelter from the blustery wind as we walked along the path to Worm's Head. But the sun was shining and the view's something else... though the kids seemed to be more interested in the sheep mowing down the grass between the gorse bushes...
When the tide's out there's the most amazing network of rock pools here...and of course we'd only gone and left our buckets and nets at home in the rush to get out the door..
Still, the youngest loved it, and did plenty of scrambling over rocks, lifting small stones and quite a bit of high-pitched squealing...
'LOOK! I've found something fascinating!' (word of the moment) I'd clamber over to her to be shown a piece of seaweed, half a flip flop or a dead crab...
Spotted a few live ones too... and some 'prawns'..
We walked back the way we'd come, then down a steep winding path to the beach for more shell collecting, hole digging and gazing up at the paragliders, circling above.
And our first barbecue of the year too...just wish we could have stayed. Definitely next time.
We drove home through a wood covered in a dense carpet of wild garlic; the smell was incredible.
' PLEEEEASE put your window up mummy! Can't BREATHE!!
Not everyone liked it as much as me.