Strumble Head

She stumbled across Strumble Head and looked at the lighthouse, blinking. A wall butterfly fluttered past.

She walked across the cliff tops, pink with campion and yellow with gorse, and it was then that she saw seals bobbing their heads out of the water in the bay below, and she listened to them, as they roared.

What she smelt in Pembrokeshire

The coconut scent of gorse, the sweet smell of bluebells on cliff tops, the wafts of wild garlic in country lanes.

Martin's Haven and Newgale

She wandered around the cliffs at Martin's Haven, and then jumped aboard a boat which went around Skomer Island, and there, on the sea, she saw puffins. Puffins! She found them to be delightful.

Later that day, the sun shone and she walked on the sandy beach of Newgale, which had two miles of sand, and she looked at the reflections of clouds. Actually, walking there, made her happier than the boat trip had.