The path is very overgrown in places, and this next bit is one of those places. I had to decide whether to get wet feet, as the grass caressed my legs with it's wet fingers, or whether to don my waterproof trousers. It was the Devil and the deep blue sea syndrome, both were uncomfortable in different ways. As I was walking along trying to make up my mind, another walker hove into view. "You're gonna get very wet legs" was his opening gambit. When I asked how far the path was overgrown for, he told me and I immediately ferreted in my sack for my over trousers. He carried on talking to me, and talk about one foot in the grave!!! "These cliffs aren't as steep/spectacular as Cornwall, the path was too muddy and the weather was awful". His "companion" (who was just catching up with him) "was too slow, and insisted on packing too much stuff in her sack" He said they'd got enough first aid stuff to perform a lobotomy. It wasn't me who wanted a lobotomy, I thought. As she (the "companion") drew up, I noticed the poor womans expression. He then proceeded to go through the "I try to tell her, but will she listen" routine, whilst all the time she just looked around with that resigned hang-dog expression. I made my excuses and we parted company. When I looked back, he was striding out and she was plodding along, already about thirty yards behind -- some "companion".
At Broad Haven I could see my fish and chips fantasy making a resurgence. I popped into the tourist info' office, had my walk card stamped, and asked if I could get fish and chips anywhere. I was told I had a choice. They were good at the local cafe and at the local pub. Did the cafe serve beer I wondered? I wondered for about two seconds, before setting off for the pub. I noticed that the tide was ebbing, and deduced that by the time I had fulfilled my dream (and my belly), I would be able to walk across the sands to Little Haven. The fish and chips were a dream come true. The batter was crispy, accompanied by nice, crispy chips served with a flourish of "enjoy" by the chef. I gobbled them up with gusto, and set off into the improving weather. The following section of the walk was very welcome. Woodland and lots of bird song. I was now able to identify some of the familiar songs I was hearing. I met up with a couple who were on holiday in the area. More like a normal couple, I slowed the pace to continue the chat with them. It was their first time in Pembrokeshire too, and they were as enthusiastic about it as I was. When we reached Borough Head, we parted company. The coast resumed its wild, rugged appearance, and the path snuggled up close to it. I passed three little inlets -- Brandy Bay, Dutch Gin and Foxes Holes. I took photo's of a rock outcrop just off the coast named Stack Rocks, which incidentally is the name of a locally owned race horse, before I came upon what looked like the impression of a Tudor cross in red stone, cemented to a white rock. Was this part of the sculpture by Alan Ayres, the artist I thought? I looked at it, then looked at the coastal cliffs, and soon decided that, when it comes to sculpture, nature won hands down.
I came upon the peaceful and pretty haven of St. Brides, named after the Irish Saint, Bridget. I had a look around the quaint and well kept churchyard before going in to the church itself. It is very serene and calm in there, and there are some very interesting tombstones ( of which I took photo's). I left the church and walked the short way to the 'phone box. Surprisingly for this part of the world, the `phone box had been vandalised and was full of litter. However, the `phone was working and I rang Merv' Hopkins and, five minutes later, was picked up by Sue, who was driving a "proper" land rover - all muddy!. Merv' was the farm manager here at Lower Broadmoor Farm, and later that evening, after I'd been to Little Haven for a meal, we sat and chatted and he told me the story of how he'd got into farming. You should get him to tell it to you, if you're ever that way anytime. Its enough to make you chase your own dreams. At about 11.30 we went to bed (?). I woke up at about 5am and did a bit of writing. It's now 7.15am and I'm ready for breakfast.