Two days is enough to stop in one place when you need to be somewhere in six nights. There’s that and not getting the chance to see great places you never thought of seeing. So today I headed to Angle, nine miles to the west of St Petrox. After eight miles and some very narrow roads, I stumbled on Freshwater West, by far the best of the beaches I’ve found, which is saying a lot for thus part of the world. My trunks were ready, and so was I – after a very tasty sea bass buttie from the best food van in the world. A restaurant couldn’t have cooked the fish better. And after ignoring all the public infomation from my childhood TV watching I went for a dip in 14C water.

Then to Angle for a double espresso and another great bay. When in Wales, chech were your’re going on a map. It may be that all the roads are single track, and it may be that Google maps is having a laugh. At some point I’ll have a look and check, but for the moment, I thank my lucky stars that it’s not school holidays yet. But the adventure is not knowing where you’re going. I found myself in (where am I?) a pub just outside of Dale and 450 metres downhill from Point Farm Campsite. This is where I caused a minor problem by missing the FULL signs and parking where I pitched my tent. I could have worked out not to park my car at the bottom of a slope, but didn’t. Anyway, it’s all sorted and I have two nights to ride, and swim in the bay. I’ve just seen a bloke who looked like a triathlete jump in, and I’ll give it a go tomorrow.

The skies are blue, it’s 1954 and it’s flippin freezing. I’ll have to go inside and see if any one minds me watching the Lionesses take on the USA in WWC2109 semi-finals.

One final thing. I’m a little disturbed by this carving of a puffin I saw on the walk to the pub. This could give me nightmares!

That’s enough for today. Pembrokeshire is well worth a visit.