Castlemartin, Pembrokeshire To see what number of options I as soon as climbed have been battered away by wave and wind is a salutary lesson in human ambition
Meadowsweet nonetheless flowered alongside lanes by an obscenity of tank ranges; grasses riffled and glistened within the verges; far offshore, Lundy dipped out and in of view. Nowhere’s higher in stormy climate than south Pembrokeshire’s Castlemartin peninsula. Right here the basic interaction of land and sea is slow-motion spectator sport of the utmost drama.
I used to be there when Storm Ophelia was at her raging top, to observe sculpting forces of climate at work on massively bedded, malleable limestone. In my a long time as a rock climber, pioneering routes on this coast obsessed me. To look east from the Inexperienced Bridge of Wales and see how lots of the options I had climbed have been battered away by wave and wind is a salutary lesson in human ambition.