It is but a further hour to the west where we would find ourselves at the
Pembrokeshire Coast National Park
and another fine fella. The car park was already overflowing but, after a 10 minute chat with the Voluntary Warden he removed the cones from his own berth and allowed us in and also highlighted where might be best for what we wanted to see - a very warm welcome to start!
Having already spotted (Dave that is)
WALL BROWN BUTTERFLY
it was considered the 'good luck' might continue after passing,
it was considered the 'good luck' might continue after passing,
complete with 'plastic Puffin', then conquering the
steep incline where the view opened up to
SAINT BRIDE'S BAY
with attendant cargo vessels at anchor to starboard
and the Islands of
SKOKHOLM
SKOKHOLM
and SKOMER to port.
Via the power of Dave's telescope we were able to clearly see such creatures as
GUILLEMOT
along with most people's favourite seabird
the
PUFFIN
a decent number of
FULMAR
a sprinkling of the Concord-like
GANNET
and even one or three
RAZORBILLs
From the Sublime to the Not Even Considered in was, yes Dave again, who pointed out c2 male
EMPOROR MOTHs
flitting across the windswept heath while swatting off a batallion of
SAINT MARKs FLIES
While expectations were in the lower levels, hopes were nonetheless high
that was the moment we simultaineously heard the first
CHOUGH
the scarcest and most sought after of all the
BRITISH CROW'sand a Devil, for me at least, to capture 'in flight'.
With the first of 2 Tourist Boats on the way to Skoma and as could be seen the
SUN
From the Sublime to the Not Even Considered in was, yes Dave again, who pointed out c2 male
flitting across the windswept heath while swatting off a batallion of
While expectations were in the lower levels, hopes were nonetheless high
was well past its zenith, our attentions were turned to
FLORA 
with an abundance of
PROSTRATE GORSE
cascading down the cliff-face, a new one on me as
Dave examined 
the tiny and delicate
SEA SQUILL
before leaving the tranquilty of the LONE YACHTSMAN
to round the western point of Skokholm.
A Round Trip of approximately 440 miles but - OH, WHAT a DAY
which we feel sure your friends and families would love to share!
PROSTRATE GORSE
cascading down the cliff-face, a new one on me as
before leaving the tranquilty of the LONE YACHTSMAN
to round the western point of Skokholm.
A Round Trip of approximately 440 miles but - OH, WHAT a DAY
which we feel sure your friends and families would love to share!
“I am the Walrus Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob”
(The latter reputed to be the final words of Humpty Dumpty before he fell off the wall!)
The Beatles
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