jonandalanaupatree: thanks wales

so. after being on the gam for a few weeks (somekindaglandularviruslybacterialinfectionate), decided to take 2 weeks out from working to try the living side of life.
was a treat to have easter in paris. then to go for a 'spontaneous' camping trip. ohmy. how innovative.
so we picked up our wicked camper (decked out previa), and after some sound touring and weather advice from geoff and kerryn respectively ditched our original plan of slumming it in cornwall, opting for the wild welsh west. oh and how it was wild.
DAY 1
driving a little. maybe 4 hours. something. driving. arriving at the gower peninsula in the dark (around 9PM now yeah! but we were chasing the sun. it was doing a nice job of keeping ahead. darn.) trying to find a suitable campsite. driving. down a track, up a wee hill the flatest spot we could find. mmmmm. olives and anchovies. sleep.

DAY 2
waking up to the view of the morning looking out all the way to new zealand (or ireland, or cornwall or something). had happened to park ourselves on the highest point of the gower peninsula amongst the sheep and the camo mountain ponies. best sleep in years. arrived @ Rhosilli and worm head and spent the day watching the sun come up and go down. found a small rubbish dump to camp on.

DAY 3
Journey not much to speak of. lunchy siesta @ new gale. then.... St David's (western tip of wales i reckon). and again jala invoke the spirit of good random chance happening upon the niftiest camping gourd in all of the UK. . thru some weird twist of regional planning fate all the beach settlements have wee concentration camps of massif caravans crammed together in the closest possible resemblence of suburban city living (so you get to go on holiday with your neighbours)... everywhere you would like to find a nice quiet spot to put your dodgy camper they have already arrived... but not . no. careful management and planning have kept the visual impact and environmental pollution to a happy onlykindauglyandannoying. best thing was their camp site was 50 acres of grassy meadow in front of the concentration caravans so we have pretty much the coastal cliff vantage all to ourselves. and the ramblers rambling 3 feet from our camp site. but they weren't too noisy. dunno about us.