The spiral in a snail’s shell is the same mathematically as the spiral in the Milky Way galaxy, and it’s also the same mathematically as the spirals in our DNA. It’s the same ratio that you’ll find in very basic music that transcends cultures all over the world.
Joseph Gordon Levitt
As we arrived at the Lord Nelson Hotel we were pleasantly surprised as it overlooked the harbour in Milford Haven. As it had a recent coat of paint we initially thought we had struck lucky! We explored the harbour and made a note of potential eateries before settling down with red wine to plan our week.
The main purpose of our stay was to visit Skomer Island and photograph the puffins but it quickly became clear that a north wind would prevent the small boat leaving the mainland for at least seven days. Undeterred, but a little disappointed, we set off the next morning, after a heavy rain shower, to explore Marloes Mere and the rock pools illustrated in the small brochure we had found .
We were amazed at the colours in the hedgerows as we slowed down for tractors and other cars all vying for space on the tiny lanes. Wild purple foxgloves towered above us alongside cowslips, cow parsley and a variety of other purple, blue and pink flowers. We had never seen anything like it. We walked slowly towards the cliff top stopping frequently to take macro shots of snails, insects and flowers. There were literally thousands of snails and obligingly they were out of their shells eating and exploring their very wet world. Having never seen a snail eat before I became fascinated by the movement of their mouths. The walk along the cliff top is steep. It is a bit like being on a rollercoaster, but the views are truly spectacular. I only had my macro lens so getting a good picture of the view was difficult for me. I quite liked a small white cottage that perched high on the cliff top. With her lighter gear Diane stopped frequently to shoot the ever changing scene. We made our way down to the beach to explore the rock pools and I became absorbed in photographing the many natural abstracts of stones, shells and seaweed the sea had left behind. The jagged rocks provided shelter from the warm wind as we clambered over the slippery stones and explored the tiny pools of water.
Frightened we would be cut off as the tide came in, we began the steep climb to the cliff top and made our way to Broad Haven in the car. Here we got our first glimpse of tiny people on a huge expanse of water as they surfed with their kites flying high in the air. We stopped for coffee and decided to try a local delicacy. We were told they have to be purchased and eaten in threes, who were we to argue, three Welsh cakes instead of one and very tasty they were too.
Having sampled the rather ordinary breakfast at the Lord Nelson we ordered our dinner that night with some trepidation. We were right to be concerned. Seemingly more used to cooking burgers and chips for their usual cliental, the chef failed to cook my salmon or Diane’ s tuna so that it was edible. My salmon was like rubber and covered in a white foam, it sat next to grey beans and even greyer potatoes and Diane’s tuna was raw. The chef had another go at cooking my salmon but it returned looking exactly the same. We were offered free drinks as compensation. Now very hungry, we walked down to the harbour and enjoyed a huge plate of beautifully cooked fresh fish at Martha’s Vineyard