St Davids

Mining the Diaries 96: Wales

Arosfa, Goat Street, St Davids, 12th July 2021

A grey morning; some promising breaks in the sky. 

We walked down to the chapel at St Nons (it had become something of a pilgrimage) and lit candles.  Swallows flitted in and out over our heads and perched twittering quietly on the rafters by empty nests.

The clouds were breaking up; the sun turned the calm sea to silver and beyond St Non’s Well a field of barley invaded by corn marigolds shimmered in the breeze. Groups of young people in tight black wetsuits made their way west along the coastal path for a strenuous day of coasteering.

Whitesands Bay, Penbrokeshire, July 2021

We spent the afternoon at Whitesands Bay.  It was busy – families had set up camps on the beach and swimmers and surfers revelled in the unusually blue sea white-lined by a procession small breaking waves.  We walked to the south end and sat on the sand silently absorbed by the sea and mentally measuring a slowly rising tide.  Gulls soared overhead like visiting spirits.  We swam briefly, invigorated by the cold, the salt, the waves, a full sensory experience.  I love the waves breaking over me.  I love that sense of warmth when I’m out, dried and dressed.  I love the salt and sand on my skin.

Archaeologists were excavating St Patrick’s Chapel near the car park.  Little is known about its history – the earliest written record is from 1603, though it is clearly much older.  It is threatened by coastal erosion and excavations since 2019 have revealed over 100 burials to date; radiocarbon dating has shown that the cemetery was in use from the 6th century to the 11th century.  A volunteer was working on a skeleton buried in the sand, literally digging with a teaspoon.

Late that evening in the silent house I sat in my room looking out across the cathedral under a soft hued sky of greys, yellows and blues.  Carn Llidi was capped by cloud; gulls headed silently and purposefully south.  Suddenly a flock of rooks and jackdaws exploded clamourously from the trees.  They settled and a last scream of swifts played chase round the cathedral.

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