A boat, a beach and the monastry

Whilst sitting on this empty beach with my lass, watching my kids run in and out of the water, my lass commented how she understood why I complained so much about the beaches in the south of france, the ones with 100s of sweaty people lined up on their towels trying to get a tan.

This beach is one of the beaches I mean when I say I love the beach. It really put a smile on my face and brought back all those times I have stood on a pembrokshire beach and looked at the sea.