The view of the beach at low tide from Rhosselli-- a village of about two people, a visitors' center/quickie mart/hotel, and 100+ sheep.
 
 
 

Looking back at the Worm's Head. The tide is coming in and cutting off the peninsula from the mainland.
 

From the other side, after hiking back from the point.


 

A beautiful but very ominous picture: an hour later, putting out this very same fire, Ophelia burned a hole the size of a coaster in the top of her foot (moral: don't cover the ashes with sand until they are absolutely cold). She assured me that if she just kept moving it would be fine, so I went back to scrubbing the dishes. Five minutes later I returned to an empty camp site on the beach and Ophelia at the top of a 20 ft cliff behind us, with the tent already pitched! Not to be outdone, I shouldered my pack and started up the steep grassy slope. Yes GRASSY.  After an agonizing hour (ok few minutes) clutching the slippery grass and trying to control my full 5500 cu in pack (it looked so small in the store...) I finally rolled myself over the top onto... a stinging nettle.
 

Note:Elephant ears rubbed on the skin will remove stinging nettles.


Also note:I learned this three weeks too late.

Despite it all we had a pretty damn good time.
 
 
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