….and a special, seven mile yomp over to Rhosili Bay and Worms Head. This was the very first place that we came to when we first started going out together nearly four hundred years ago. We camped in a field in the merry month of May on the edge of Rhosili village and it was blisteringly hot! We woke up on the first morning to find three chickens in the tent! It was also the week that someone snuck in and stole my unopened Battenburgh cake….Nothing else, just my cake….B******s!

It’s all recorded meticulously in my diary of that year.