We walked up through Dale, north beside the estuary to an embankment
partly cutting across it called Pickleridge.
On the left hand side of the road were the remains of a series of
lime-kilns, which we had seen frequently last year around Solva and so
on. We collected a number of shells
from the beach below. At the end of
the embankment, across the saltmarsh, is a low metre-wide wooden foot-bridge
over the river, which can only be crossed up to 3 hours before high tide or
the same time afterwards. Fortunately
the water (high tide at 7am) was just out enough for us to cross.
We
then walked the rough pebbly mud-flats with sea club-rush on the other shore
of the estuary until houses began above and there was a path up to a track
behind them. This led to the cliff-top
path. The vegetation today, however,
was rough and dominated by false-brome, bracken and gorse, proper heath
vegetation being very limited and localised.
We were mostly again on the acid red sandstone we encountered on
earlier days. Just above Monk Haven
stood remains of a ruined Victorian watchtower right on the cliff-edge. Ravens regularly patrolled the cliffs below
and the occasional fulmar passed by.
Beyond a small headland were Watch House and
We
had to turn north beside the next large estuary of Sandyhaven and the path
passed through half a kilometre of shady moist woodland with sweet chestnut,
ferns, primrose, although no ancient
woodland indicators. From this we
descended to another wooden bridge crossing the river or “Sandyhaven Pill”,
also unusable at higher tides.
Crossing the mudflats we ascended along a slipway to a path along the top
of the cliffs again, although we later discovered it is possible to walk
along the mud to the far end of Sandy Haven and to come back up by steps in
the cliff there. The path then ran
through more scrubby heath, with plenty of birds like warblers, robins,
dunnock and especially wrens, often conspicuous singing strongly, tail erect,
from a high bush, or chirring their annoyance at our passing from within the
dense cover of sloe. (Some of the
sloes had “pocket plum” galls, while others had abundant green fruits; most
were draped with grey lichens.) We
passed one young tree of wild plum also with green fruit. All day, being mostly overcast, we had only
brief glimpses of most butterflies, but speckled wood were abundant.
We soon passed
below fences of a fort and then industrial oil installations. From one small bay (which still yielded
four more sea-shells) a pipeline went out to a mid-channel jetty. The buildings of the oil refinery across
the water at Pembroke Dock were also clearly visible, making a wholly
industrial scene. After passing below
a belt of old cypress trees and some new houses (where a mown lawn bank had
some prostrate Soft Storksbill – or at least this was as close as we could
get with Stace’s key, but the hairs were not glandular), we descended into
Gellswick Bay, which was mostly mud and shingle, with a tiny belt of sand
along the top in places. From here the
docks and marina prevented regular shore access and the coast path goes
uphill and into town via a footpath that emerges by a school and straight on
via several streets to the side of
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Victorian
watchtower
Raven
Field
woundwort
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Tide's
receding / But tides are fickle / Resort to paddling / Could cause a pickle
So Val
walks intrepidly / Across the footbridge / And very rapidly / Escapes
Pickleridge
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Lichens Ramalina farinacea on blackthorn
Milford
Haven marina
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