{"id":486,"date":"2010-08-16T21:50:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-16T21:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=486"},"modified":"2024-01-29T10:19:32","modified_gmt":"2024-01-29T10:19:32","slug":"day-eight-marloes-beach-and-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=486","title":{"rendered":"Day eight \u2013 Marloes Beach and home"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Posted on&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/2010\/08\/16\/day-eight-marloes-beach-and-home\/\"><strong>16 August 2010<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I awoke at 7 a.m. and I could tell it was going to be another beautiful day. I immediately resolved to visit Marloes beach and have a swim. I overlooked a short cut which would have saved me a mile or so for the sake of a few hundred yards of off-road but it didn\u2019t matter.<\/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\/DSC05876.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-487\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05876.jpg 800w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05876-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05876-768x576.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>When I arrived I had the beach to myself. It was every bit as wonderful as I remembered it from our family holiday here when I was about 13 years old.<\/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\/DSC05870.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-488\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05870.jpg 800w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05870-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC05870-768x576.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>For a combination of the clarity and warmth of the water, the scenery and the beautiful sand, I think this is the best British beach I have ever visited. Absolutely wonderful, and to be granted the privilege of the entire mile-and-a-quarter of it to myself was an unexpected treat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I was dry and decent again I cycled back into Marloes village and bought half a dozen eggs, a pack of bacon and some rolls, returned to the camp site and cooked myself a wonderful breakfast. I washed up and started to pack, but I had to wait a surprisingly long time before the tent was dry, in spite of the warm sunshine. At around noon I set off for Haverfordwest (my train was due to leave at around 5 p.m.) and by about 2 p.m. I was in the town searching for somewhere to eat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I found a restaurant with some decking overlooking the Cleddau river. I ordered plaice and chips and soon struck up a conversation with the only two other people in the place. There was something remarkably familiar about the lady\u2019s accent and it turned out that she had been a pupil at Temple Sutton School, Southend. There is no escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The trip back to Southend, in which I had to change trains at Swansea and, of course, to cycle across London late at night, was fairly tedious and I arrived home fairly close to midnight. It had, however, been a marvellous trip.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Posted on&nbsp;16 August 2010 I awoke at 7 a.m. and I could tell it was going to be another beautiful day. I immediately resolved to visit Marloes beach and have a swim. 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