Que la Paix
My kind and unassuming husband and I walked a part of the 186 miles of cliff tops which stretch from Amroth in the south to St Dogmeals in the north of Pembrokeshire, West Wales. Despite all the twists and turns, the ups and downs, we were rewarded with some of the most stunning scenery in Britain.
The steep limestone cliffs stretch all the way down to sandy bays where the grey seals often bask. From volcanic headlands to flooded glacial valleys, this walk has it all. One can even find traces of Neolithic times in this ancient and historic part of the world.
For me, as always, I searched for birds and fox holes, rabbit holes, and flowers, anything that moved or didn’t move, but belonged there.
We rested on an old wooden bench away from the edge but close enough to hear the murmur of the sea and I thought how lucky are we? No sounds of war, no running for our lives, no starvation or dehydration. But only two hours away from our beloved island, peace is shattered. Lives are lost! Unnecessary pain is felt! Please, I said silently, so even the birds could not hear, please let there be peace in this world and let it begin with each and every one of us.