So …. we began our walk to Stackpole, up onto the cliff tops. Suddenly the sky turned grey, the wind got up and, yes you guessed, it began to rain. First small drops in the wind, then more seriously. At this point we made the call that we were nearer to Bosherton than the car and carried on. We had coats, but not proper waterproofs, they were of course in the cottage as we'd set off in bright sunshine. I really should have learnt by now not to trust the British weather. Still, part of the way was under the trees beside the lakes and in half an hour or so we were ensconced in the small cafe enjoying tea and scones (with cream and jam of course). The sun began to peep from behind the clouds and a rainbow seemed to speak of better weather to come. How wrong could we be!
We left the shelter of the cafe and set out around the edge of the lakes on our 2 mile walk back to Stackpole Quay. The lakes looked quite pretty, water quite still and the clouds and trees reflected beautifully.
Then it happened. The rain began. Not gentle, wind-blown rain, but the real stuff that just comes straight down with no apology and a fierce determination to wet everything through. And it did.
The path, the trees, me ….. and most definitely, Louise.
Still, after a while the rain abated and we continued on. The lakes must be wonderful in the summer. Even at the end of October we saw lots of birds: swans, ducks and even a heron perched on the bridge. Sadly it didn't let us get close enough to get a decent picture. We crossed the last of the lakes via the eight arched bridge and made our weary, damp way back across the fields.
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