31. Aug, 2014

Let's go on a picnic to some strange and ancient land!

Woken by the sun, my mind rested and more at peace with the world, my kind and unassuming husband and I (along with some friends) went on a picnic by the sea. This was not very hard to do, as we are surrounded on three sides, by water.

     So we packed the camper with comfort food; sandwiches, fruit, scones, teabags and chocolate, there were other things in the basket, but these were the things that mattered most. And with the Beach Boys music blasting away, we headed for one of our favourite walks, Rhossili Bay.

     Parking in Broughton, we climbed over the sand dunes to Blue Pool. The sun on our shoulders warmed our spirits and we sang as we headed towards the beach. At least, we all sang except my kind and unassuming husband, who would never do such a thing in public. However, our only audience, were the seagulls and hawks that looked down on us with disdain.  And then in the distance was Burry Holms (Ynys Ianwol), a small tidal island where I’ve set some of my children’s books.

      It was low tide so access to the island was relatively easy. I was so excited (like a child) as I ran on ahead to this place which 9,000 years ago, was inhabited by nomadic Mesolithic hunters. Imagine that! Evidence of their tools made from flint, were found in 1919 then some more, made from bone and wood were also dug up. During the Iron Age, a five acre hill fort was built here and in the medieval times, a monastery stood proud, looking out to where the sea meets the Atlantic Ocean. But it is the remains of an early monastic settlement and the ruins of a 12th century church that always fills me with some spiritual charm. And it is here we all sat and talked about the life and the people that once walked this ancient piece of land that juts out into the sea.   

       We eventually made our way across the island, to our favourite picnic spot. The fading evidence of sea campion and thrift, were everywhere, but they will return again next spring.

       With just a short time left before the tide would come in and trap us on the island, we ate, and talked, and took photos of the grey seals bobbing about in the water. All in all, it was a wonderful end to a stressful week.

       And so my kind and unassuming husband is right, the world can indeed be a difficult place to live in but there are more good people in the world than bad, and beauty and peace is just around the corner.