We were very happy to have reached Dale. We have camped on the Marloes peninsular in Pembrokeshire since the 1960s and the late May bank holiday had become a ritual camping week with the Roddy family, the children, the grand children and many other friends. It was our starting to sail three years ago that broke this ritual for us and voyaging to Dale by sea was a symbolic return to a part of the country we loved.
We motored ashore in our tender to meet Kevin Rogers at the Dale Sailing Club – we had a drink on the roof terrace overlooking the bay.
Earlier we had passed one of our favourite pubs, the Griffin. Many a year we had spent camping on the Marloes peninsular using the Griffin as a meeting point for a drink afterwards – sitting out on the wall in the evening sun while the children played on the beach. We were horrified to see that new owners had built a modern annex as a restaurant and terrace, which jarred with the beautiful row of stone houses and destroyed the view from the harbour.
Ros on the wall near the Griffin
The Griffin with the new extension in the foreground
But all was not lost as you could still sit on the wall and enjoy a pint as long as you kept your eyes firmly seaward. And the good news is that Paul Garnish and his wife who used to run the Griffin are now running “The Moorings”, a restaurant at Dale Sailing club. We had a very enjoyable meal there of freshly caught fish.
Next day we were to return to Bristol for a week and Kevin once more came to our aid, borrowing a friend’s fishing boat to transport us and all our luggage to the pontoon.
He promised us a better solution a week later when we were due to return and he was true to his word. He took his own tender out to Milo and brought her single handed into the pontoon to welcome us in the evening sun on our return from Bristol.
After a meal at the Moorings with Kevin and Tina we retired early. The next day would be our long anticipated passage across the Irish Sea.