Swimming With The Jellyfish | Pembrokeshire

We did a bit of a beach tour on Tuesday. 

   

First stop was the National Trust beach, Marloe Sands. 

You drive along these tiny roads, barely wide enough for a mini, with nothing but fields and the odd timber farm building.  

After about 10 minutes, you park up, pay your parking fee (£3 for the afternoon/ £5 for the day) & start a 15 minute walk down the cliff, through a field, past this isolated bungalow-lovers paradise. 

But still no beach insight.

There's a trickle of water to your left, you start smelling the salt in the air & you realise there's nothing sweeter. 

 And then you come to this: 

A perfect rural beach; with such an abundance of rock pools, they cross every walkway to the ocean. 

The trickle of water to your left, continues on its steep climb down, snaking over the fine stones, through the rock pools & shimmers across the sand to meet the sea.

You could spend an entire day at Marloes Sands so effortlessly. There's rock pooling for kids & big kids. 

And a huge expanse of sand & waves! 

Bare in mind, it's National Trust, so there's no toilets or ice cream sheds. In other words, pack a mighty picnic, and maybe wee in the sea.

    

After an hour or so in the waves, C gestured towards a blue squidge in the water, "jellyfish". I swam over to marvel at the blue jelly & notice five other clear jellyfish on the way. One with purple spots & another with brown spots. 

I've already been stung by a jelly. It wasn't too bad, but it was a bit of a hassle. Therefore, shortly after we realised we were swimming in a swarm of compass, moon & blue jellyfish we resigned from the waves & headed to Little Haven. 

We went for a dip, headed to the pub, played Monopoly and ate dark chocolate & orange cake.

And after that we went for a pre-dinner snorkel at one of Pembrokeshire's best diving spots. 

We stuffed our faces at dinner (why does swimming make you so hank marvin'!?) & fell straight to sleep with salt still on our skin & sand in between our toes.