Sian’s birthday this weekend, so instead of going off somewhere special we went back to Pembs… Not that going back to Pembs is bad…
Friday night was Hawaii Five-Oh night, we were supposed to sit outside in our hawaiin stuff – but it started to rain at four, as soon as Sian got there – so we braved it for a short while then had to take our gear inside. Sian was on the Pimm’s as were a lot of the others, I stayed on Stella – as I know where I am with that, well I know where I am until I have had five of them, then remembering where I am becomes more and more difficult…
So the night wore on and people came and people left and the Pimm’s went down and new jugs were bought and many people had a giggle at whether they wanted a lai or not, and the Stella went down and down and down.. Then it was drunk o’clock – or to be precise just after drunk o’clock – or actual about seventeen minutes after drunk o’clock and we went home. I was tired, I wanted to go to bed, but chinese was on display and people, so I sat through it – with a “pissy face” as I was told the next day.
Saturday morning, and a little worse for wear we set off for sunny Pembrokeshire – okay trip and we found ourselves having a massive load of chips from a chippy in a petrol station, with great views into the countryside. Unusual, but okay – greasy food is just want you want with a hangover – maybe not quite so much if you are going “Wet and Wild”…
Down to St julian – just off St Davids and down to the sea to wait for the boat under the lifeboat station. Slightly confusing as we were not really greeted and sort of stood around for a bit. But eventually he came, took us out a little way and lifejacketed us up.. The jet boat goes quite fast and its rather exciting bouncing through the chop – unfortunately is was a very calm day, and pretty much on slack tide, so not as bouncy as it might have been. Near the beginning he gunned the engine and headed straight to Ramsey Island, doing what felt like 60 miles an hour into a sheer cliff-face was a little unnerving, but with meters to space he stopped on a tenner, and swung us around. We saw some birds, and more birds and some cliffs and some seals, and some more birds, and the bitches and more birds and lots of seals. We bounced and giggled and shouted and smiled as we jet boated around – Sian lost her shoe at one point when half the ocean came in (it was chilly) and the people opposite resuded it. We went in caves and saw more cliffs and at each stop point I was feeling more and more sick – it was hot when not moving, so the sickness rose, but before it overflowed we were off bouncing through the sea again. Just before we finished he took us to see some porpoises – Kate was in her element, it was nice.
Later on we all went down Little Haven for some nosh in bow ties and tiaras – and saw the sunset.
Next morning we were up at four, yep four in the morning, to head out to Plumb Stone “Mountain” to watch the sun rise. It was cold and quiet and surprisingly light. The sun came up. We went for macdonalds breakfast at 5:30.
Back home and over to Tintern for a walk, a couple of beers and a game of cards – then home, Chinese and bed. Knackered.