The weather was bitterly cold when I arrived.
I saw waves erupted from afar and I was lucky
to see a spectacular view of the sheep around
the hills. I asked Gruff (our chaperone) what’s
the most interesting thing to do here, he im-
mediately suggested to go up the hill to St. Da-
vid’s head. I hesitated no more and went up.
There was just a small path going up the hill.
The footpath can be a bit uneven and steep. It
was also very wet during the time I was there.
Small puddles obstructed my journey but I man-
aged to go over it with small tip-toe around
the edge. It was a very challenging hike up
but for most who has the substantial ability (as
well as determination) and the right shoes it
would be an absolute joy to walk these paths.
" I stood,
spellbound
by the sea."
Harsh wind tearing up at my face up here made me feel so alive. I was at the mid-way of
the hills and saw a spot that’s perfect for taking picture. It was at the very edge of coast-
line. The scenery made me gasp which made forget about cold. I took the time to just sink
in to the view and have a moment. I stood, spellbound by the sea. I never seen sea this
wide and blue. Each strong wave pounds on the rocks, accompanied by blue arena of air
above. I heard the sound of the sea as it rushes over the sand, smell of salt and sun meld
with the fresh air. I was at awe, hoping I can take home this feeling and view with me.
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