Skomer

We enjoy camping, but we have a strong preference for quiet peaceful campsites, so at the end of a busy week, when the sun was out we dropped everything and headed for West Hook farm, next to the ferry for Skomer. It is a lovely quiet campsite, overlooking St George's Channel.

But before we could get there, we had to drive 220 miles down the M4. A long enough drive to start with, but an accident ahead left us stranded on the bridge for an hour or so. Not one to miss an opportunity, I got a shot of the architecture:

The Saturday was a little damp, so we stayed on the mainland and set up the camera to try to capture the swallows hunting for flies. They are far too fast and darty to track, so the trick is to find a path that they like to hunt on and set up the camera in advance pre-focused, then click the shutter just as the bird passes the right spot. The timing has got to be spot on - we managed just one capture:

The fellow campers that we bumped in to were a friendly bunch. A certain member of the Beattie household managed to forget to pack any tea or coffee making equipment but these kind folk provided a cup of coffee (from a cafetière no less) in the morning. They included a kite flier from Sri Lanka.

For some reason that completely escapes us, there was an enourmous iron plug on the beach.

We nearly trod on this little mouse on the pathway. He didn't appear to be injured but he didn't run away. We wonder if maybe he was too young to have left the nest.

Kathleen liked the dew in the webs:

Back at camp, Andrew played at reading the names of the ships in the bay with the big lens. The Twaite was the nearest but the name was illegible to the unaided eye, maybe a mile or two away. We estimate that the Moskovsky Prospect was 9 miles from us.