Monkstone Beach to Tenby

Mussels on arrival!  

After the difficult swim around Monkstone Point, I was determined to get into the water a couple of hours before low tide, in the hope that we wouldn’t find the sea pulling us in the wrong direction. So we were up, out and ready to launch the boat at 10.30.

The beach was deserted apart from a couple of people walking their dogs on the fresh unprinted sand.

Left a pebble for Rache on the rock, looking towards Tenby, and we set off.

It was just me and Dan today as the girls have gone on holiday to France.

 

We had thought we could stop in Waterwynch Bay if it was too rough and challenging, but the sea was definitely calmer and we weren’t swimming against the tide.

Dan got his fishing lines out and we moseyed along, past caves and great rock formations.

At Waterwynch Bay, there is a terrace of white buildings tucked into the bay. A river coming into the sea here gave the water a bit of an edge and the current made it a bit harder to swim, but we decided not to stop in Waterwynch but carry on to Tenby.

It was lovely seeing Tenby far in the distance, with its recognizable spire as a kind of beacon to head towards.I really love Tenby, and the view of it from the sea is the most spectacular with its coloured buildings and Castle Hill where the sunshine meter is kept.

There were lots of boats in the bay, jet skis and dinghies, and buoys to have a quick rest on.

On investigating the buoys closer, I realised they were teaming with mussles under the water, so I picked a bucketload.

The first catch of the trip! Unfortunately, Dan hadn’t had any luck again with the fishing lines.

We got out at the far end of North Beach, by the old RNLI ramp. All in all about 4km in 2 hours. Definitely needed a cup of tea and some lunch.

 

 

We stored the boat under the ramp and headed off to look for a place for Rache’s pebble.

 

One of my favourite places on North Beach is Goskar Rock, a rocky outcrop right in the middle of the beach. It’s such a defining rock – has been there for centuries.

In old postcards of Tenby, it’s there – with families playing in the sand just as they are today, only with slightly larger swimming costumes.

 

I felt that Rache would like to be sitting on Goskar Rock, in the centre of the beach watching all the families digging dams and sand castles.

 

 

Back in Swanlake Bay, we cooked up the mussels with garlic and butter – yum! –  and had a lovely evening with Kelli who is over from Holland for a while.