One morning I cycled down to the natural harbour of Porth Ysgaden and walked along the coast to Porth Gwylan, another, larger, natural harbour. Between the two, this rocky inlet, unnamed on the OS map, was home to many cormorants with two obvious, large and untidy nests and birds dotted about the cliffs.
Six-spot burnet moth.
You can perhaps see a small speck in the water almost in the centre of the photo. It’s a grey seal. Sometimes one or two other seals would surface for a while, but this one stayed almost stationary, snout pointing upwards, apparently asleep. I went down to the shingle beach to get a closer view.
And even momentarily attracted the attention of the sleepy seal.
But not for long. I watched the seal for quite some time before heading back to the campsite.
“This is rock samphire isn’t it?” TBH asked.
“I’m not sure. It could be.”
She tasted it. “Yes, it is. You try it.”
So I did, reluctantly. It was foul – tasted like soap.
“It’s foul – my bit tastes like soap!” I said, between all the spitting and retching.
“Yep – so did mine.”
I made a special trip to photograph these tiny flowers, which I had seen several times on my way down to the beach, only to find that in the early-morning shade they weren’t open. I got them again later:
I’m pretty certain that it’s centaury, but I’m not sure which one.
Nearby another small pink flower…
I think that this is a centaury again, growing much taller on the rocks where the sheep can’t get to crop it short. Judging by the rosette of narrow basal leaves it would say that it is seaside centaury, which I suppose makes sense.