Tom, who looks after the Dale Fort infrastructure, gives me a chilly early morning tour of the grounds, with sweeping views across the sea. Apparently the photographer and coastal walker, Quintin Lake, also stayed here. I’ve long admired his breathtaking

A grey, wet, and windy morning to be crossing the exposed Cleddau Bridge, followed by the bridge over the Neyland Marina. Coastal walking is not all sunrises and sunsets. Head down into the wind, I dredge up a line by

White paws are circling the tent, but they vanish in a tinkling scarper when I move to open the flap; sunlight streams in. The Wavecrest cafe at West Angle Bay does not open until 11, but they kindly fill my

I’m up early, excited about today’s walk, which covers some of the highlights of the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. It’s Saturday, and all the red flags are furled, allowing me access through the Castlemartin firing range. The Carboniferous Limestone cliffs and

The storms have passed, so time to head back to Pembrokeshire. My pack only weighs 11.5Kg for a week’s hiking, including The Old Ways, which I will try to read despite always falling asleep early in the tent. To avoid

A blustery night, but the tent is fine, sheltered by the hedge. I woke up once, around midnight; the full moon lighting up the tent. I’m homeward bound, not wishing to experience 95 mph winds tomorrow. The Castlemartin firing range

It’s a long old trek down to Pembrokeshire, so this is the start of my first week long hike. I’m camping for four nights and staying in overnight accommodation during Storm Eunice. The worst of the storm is forecast for