The main track, looking south. Below, north valley in mist |
As the dark of night receded I walked down the track to North Haven, mist drifting about me low over the ground, North Valley swathed in the fog to my left, and the sea silver smooth; there was barely a breath of wind. The air was fresh, the flowers and vegetation damp with dew, and the sky was streaked pink and grey, with a plume of steam rising from the refinery at Milford.
Low over St David's peninsular a bank of grey cloud prevented me seeing the sun break the horizon, and in the end I had to guess at where it had initially risen. But the island and the view out over the bay were stunning; well worth the early start!
Above, sunrise from the Harold Stone, below, the stone at dawn |
Very nice
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