We are usually alone at Trefalen Cottage, just Chris and me. But sometimes we have visitors. The visitors we enjoy most of all are Gabriela and Silvia, our granddaughters. And last weekend was to be their first visit to Pemrokeshire since Christmas. The weather forecast was not encouraging; icy blasts from the north, strong cold winds, overnight frosts. But they came anyway, bags laden with winter jackets, woollen hats, wellington boots and gloves.
But of course the weather in this tiny corner of Pembrokeshire does not obey the weather forecasts. Saturday was warm and Sunday even warmer, especially between the rocks, out of the wind, on the far side of Broadhaven beach.
This is one of our favourite parts of the beach because we have so many places to paddle. There is the pool of water fed by the lily ponds, sometimes no more than a big puddle, sometimes a lake. There is the channel that joins the pool to the sea, sometimes a rushing torrent, sometimes a trickle and sometimes not there at all. And of course there is the sea itself, sometimes creeping up the beach, into the dry spaces between the rocks, sometimes hurling itself into the channel.
And we did paddle. We also built sandcastles, constructed bridges across the stream and ate our picnic tea leaning back against the warm rocks. The bag of warm jackets , gloves and hats lay on the beach beside us, ignored. All that Gabi and Silvi needed were their improvised sunhats
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