Today was the first time in over a month that I have gone out with my camera. The last month has been crazy, with some pretty big changes in my family and let’s just say we were more than happy for half term to begin. This half term we decided to visit my in-laws for a couple of days in West Wales. I love visiting, it’s so relaxing and such a slower pace than being in the city.

Now normally, we spend the days locally; visiting the beach, or going for a walk in the Pembrokeshire Nature Reserve. Not today. My husband decided it would be a good idea to drive along the coast to Pembrokeshire, visiting the area he grew up. So off we went. We parked up in a little fishing village, Porthgain and began our walk along the cliff path. Porthgain is home to some old mine ruins and these can be seen as you walk along the path.

The sun was shining, the sky was blue but Storm Doris was definitely out in full force. It was difficult to walk along the top of the cliff, my hair blowing in every direction possible and my camera shaking every time I tried to focus for a shot. Needless to say, it was not the most enjoyable experience. However, the views were pretty.

After a small outburst of frustration (on my part as the wind was relentless) and a very patient husband, we decided it would be best to veer off the coastal path and walk through some fields, which were (slightly) less windy – it was bearable at least. Great thing about the Welsh coast is you get the coast and countryside – including farm land, sheep and all wonderful smells that come with it.

We finally made it to a small beach called Abereiddy, 2 miles from Porthgain. We weren’t there for very long due to the winds. So we started our trek back to Porthgain – this time we took the country roads. With stingy eyes, windswept hair and a hungry tummy, the welcome sign to Porthgain was a welcomed sight, as was the pub where we ate lunch. I had the most gorgeous fresh crab salad while my husband reminisced over a burger he used to have when he was a teenager. It was great to hear stories of his childhood and visit the place he called home.