Deserted, again

It is a Wednesday evening in the house. I have just returned from Rainbows to find that all my housemates have found something exciting to do with their evening.

Iona, Mim and I have just spent a lovely few days on the Gower peninsula. As it is not the weekend the place was nearly deserted and the beaches very quiet.

Monday evening:

We arrived at the campsite and pitched our tent before walking down the road to Rhossili village to the pub. Upon arrival at the campsite we discovered that a group of college students from the noisier end of the neighbour spectrum were also camping there.

Tuesday:

Having awoken early due to heat, lack of space and noise we started our breakfast only to discover that the gas stove bit and the gas cannister were not compatible and sat down for our breakfast of marmite and cheese on bread. A very lovely gentleman in a nearby caravan kindly made us some coffee. We set out for the beach for a morning swim armed only with a towel and bathing stuff. After a nice walk along the cliffs we found a lush little bay (can't tell you the name in case it gets too well known.)

We quickly clambered down the rocks and changed into our swimming stuff. In the bay with us were a school group (we think) and some instructors- they were all wearing wetsuits, buoyancy aids and helmets. Running past them into the water in our bikinis drew lots of applause and encouragement! We spent lots of time jumping through the waves and got very cold, but stayed in to prove a point to the other group who were doing exactly the same thing as us only in slightly shallower water.

After lunch and coffee (we bought a different cannister) we went to Rhossili bay and sat on the beach with books and ate ice cream.

I've run out of inspiration I'm afraid and so will continue the story of our holiday when I can think of something to say.