Penbryn Beach, owned by the National Trust, is just a few minutes walk from the Manorafon campsite. Walking down through the country lanes covered in foxgloves, grasses and red campion, you can hear the occasional bleat of a sheep and the tantalising sound of the waves. Every twist and turn takes you down the valley closer to the beach.
And what a beach. Wide, sandy and shallow. Backed by grassy sand dunes and tall cave pitted cliffs either end. Penbryn is wild. The rush of the waves is deafening, my first experience of this cold Atlantic sea…. it’s extreme.
The boys, wet suited, ran and played in the foam. Whilst Dan and I read and brewed a cuppa. We always take the Kelly Kettle out with us. Dan and I are tea addicts, so we need to be prepared – always! In just a few minutes the water is boiling and the magical smell of wood smoke mixes with the sea breeze. Perfection.
We stayed at Manorafon Camp.