A Love Letter to Wiseman’s Bridge

A few years ago, in the middle of a London night that wasn’t going too well, I got in my car, pointed it west and kept going until daybreak, with no idea where I might end up.

The place where I stepped out of the car – and made my very first footfall in Pembrokeshire – was Wiseman’s Bridge.

In the early morning light it was love at first sight. Now after years of exploring many different corners of the county, I still get a special thrill whenever I renew my acquaintance with Wiseman’s Bridge.

If you don’t know the place, it may not sound like anything special – just a big, wide beach below the sea wall, a profusion of dog walkers, and lots of slippery boulders.

But it simply has something about it – good old-fashioned atmosphere; it’s a place where you can walk in the wind, scramble over the stones, splash in the pools, and marvel at the profusion of limpets and other creatures clinging to the rocks.

And importantly, there’s a little ice cream kiosk at one end of the beach… and the Wiseman’s Bridge Inn at the other, should you need a cup of tea or something stronger.

I hope these pictures convey just a little of the down-to-earth magic of Wiseman’s Bridge.