Our road trip continued North Westerly from Swansea. The drive was gorgeous, we journeyed along county roads. Trees lined the streets and towered above us. Their leaves were turning orange and yellow. Other trees had already lost their leaves allowing the bright blue sky to be visible behind their long armed branches. Stone walls stood at either side of the road; carefully constructed each block of slate perched on another.
We passed a thatched-roof cottage selling home-made jams and chutneys. We pulled up and slotted £4 in an honesty box. This was enough for two jars. The beetroot chutney we chose was delicious and complimented our cheese and lettuce sandwiches perfectly.
A couple of hours later we reached Southwood farm (a National Trust property). They were holding a Halloween children’s event. Feeling like big kids we joined in. Walking around the property we needed to find spiders with letters in order to spell a mystery word. We also made broom sticks out of old wood. We skipped the colouring in and face painting stalls, as they were a step too far!
After our fun and games we spoke with a kind volunteer about the history of the farm-house. Given to the National Trust by a lady named Mrs Maurer in 2003; the volunteer explained that he wasnt sure if it was an asset or a burden. A lot of money was needed to be spent on its renovation. Historically a model Victorian farm the property showed evidence of pig huts, chicken pens, horse stables and milking sheds for cows.
Escaping the chatty volunteers we jumped in the car and parked down the road to explore Newgale beach. Clambering over a pebble mound we made it onto the sandy bay.
The slate rocks provided us with a challenging playground. We clambered up, got a little stuck and carefully meandered our way down the cliff edge. Just in time, as it started to rain. Finding shelter in a cafe it was time for a hot drink. I enjoyed a mocha.
There were a couple of other stops we wished to make but the sun was rapidly setting. Plus the rain wasn’t easing off. Regardless, we decided to try our lucky. Driving down narrow steep county roads I hoped this was going to be worth it. At last we reached the Blue Lagoon car park. It was grey but the rain had stopped. We ran out the car, jogged up a hill and powered along a footpath. Turning a corner we were greeted with a spectacular view – the blue lagoon. The turquoise sea calmly rolled in and hugged the slate rocks. There was an opening in the distance where the sea looked somewhat more ferocious. The lagoon used to be a former slate quarry. In the 18th century there wee 100 quarries in the area. This quarry was abandoned in 1910 and the sea flooded in. Today the area is used for water sports.
There was no-one there, just us. The rain began again. It was starting to get heavy. We ran back the way we had come, careful not to slip.
Breathless we slammed the car doors shut. Result – we had seen the blue lagoon before total darkness.
It was time to put the headlights on and find our hotel for the night. The car crept back up the country lanes and we joined a motorway for a while. However, this motorway didn’t have any lighting. By now I was getting used to driving in the pitch black. The cats-eyes reflected my headlights showing me the way.
A little while later we reached Sea View Hotel in Fishguard, costing £60 for the night, the room was lovely. Hauling our bags in we decided to head out for an Indian curry for dinner. It was very filling. That night we slept soundly.