{"id":481,"date":"2010-08-14T21:46:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-14T21:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=481"},"modified":"2024-01-29T10:40:04","modified_gmt":"2024-01-29T10:40:04","slug":"seventh-day-trefin-to-west-hook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=481","title":{"rendered":"Seventh day \u2013 Trefin to West Hook."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I awoke fairly early and could tell instantly that it promised to be a lovely day. I had a leisurely start and chatted to a few other campers, including one Tony Pember, a member of the audax fraternity and who is acquainted with Phil Chadwick and Steve Abraham.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I made for St. David\u2019s where I had a stroll around the cathedral before finding a caf\u00e9.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" src=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05840.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-482\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05840.jpg 800w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05840-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05840-768x576.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>From there, it was the A487 again. Typically, you are riding at about 250\u2032 to 300\u2032 above sea level, with gorgeous views across St. Bride\u2019s Bay, but every so often, where a stream has cut its way through the bedrock, there\u2019s a swooping 1 in 6 descent and a similar climb up the other side. Usually there is a village and a beach. Thus I passed through Solva and Newgale before buying fish, chips and beer at the Mariner pub in Nolton Haven. There was a stuffed albatross on the wall, the poor creature\u2019s wings having been subjected to some intricate origami to make them fit into the glass case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" src=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05842.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-483\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05842.jpg 800w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05842-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05842-768x576.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>There were plenty of people on the beaches enjoying the warm sunshine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After lunch I found myself cycling in the same direction as a young couple and I foolishly tried to keep up with them. The lass was evidently a fairly inexperienced cyclist and had a build which promised to become more streamlined the more she practised. Each time we reached a hill I would try to keep up with her and after about the third climb I was ready to drop. I stopped in Broad Haven for an ice cream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I eventually reached the West Hook campsite and, after pitching the tent, had a mediocre meal and poorly-kept beer at the Lobster Pot in Marloes village before cycling down to Martins Haven and finally to Wooltack Point to watch the sun set over Skomer Island.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" src=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05863.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-484\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05863.jpg 800w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05863-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05863-768x576.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I awoke fairly early and could tell instantly that it promised to be a lovely day. I had a leisurely start and chatted to a few other campers, including one Tony Pember, a member of the audax fraternity and who is acquainted with Phil Chadwick and Steve Abraham. 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