|Jeff's account of Swansea to St Helens
After a morning walk on the beach our first journey was to the area we had intended to be the night before if a wee bit of water hadn't been between the two pieces of land on the map.
It transpired the area of Coles Bay was very picturesque and we had lunch by a beautiful bay, having bought another scallop pie, this time in a white sauce', before calling in on the free camp site where we should have spent last night. As we drove round, admiringly watched by campers who wondered why this lovely large campervan was negotiating their site, I stopped and explained, "We are just looking at where we would have stopped last night if we hadn't got lost". They dutifully laughed and we were clearly regarded as harmless nutters.
The journey wound along the coast, up and down long steep winding roads with the hills covered in trees and had some great views as well as seeing lots of trees, even the Scottish Pine. Along the way we stopped at a wine and olive oil producer. This will have to stop. We seem to like all the ones we taste and after a further purchase of two bottles of wine, (there is no cheap plonk here), our journey continued.
We past through St Helens to journey the 13 kilometres to the free site we had chosen. It was the last of 5 and any one of them would have done. The site was large, flat, some trees and lots of choice of where to camp.
A walk along the beach wave line and a climb amongst interesting rocks helped us unwind. On our way back we saw a man and his son playing a game of boules whilst admired by some of the local population of sea gulls. Sylvia said, "We could get our set out of the van and have a game". As we approached one of the spectators darted forward and grabbed the small white ball that the contestants were aiming at, and flew away. It was quite a talking point and the gulls did not get their Sunday name.
Our boules remained in their box and we got our chairs out and had our own happy hour whilst chatting to some of the neighbours on the site.