Pembroke STAG

We couldn't find a stag, but thankfully the St Govan's Inn had a cow which worked well as a substitute!

I'm getting married on April 26. Last weekend was my Stag do. Best man Ollie decided Pembroke was the best option. I managed to survive Friday night relatively unscathed. The weather was crap in the morning but by early afternoon it had cleared up. Unfortunately by this point the tide had started coming in. Rob, Duncan, Gwen and I hot footed it to Mewsford with our sights set on Daydreams. I abseiled down to see Rob do some pretty exciting boulder jumping to get to the base of the route. Duncan followed suit. My turn. The sea was coming in fast. Rob and Duncan's route across was now underwater. I had no choice but to sack it off or take a big jump. I jumped. Gwen tried to follow but the sea was too high by now. Thankfully I had clipped an jumar and a gri gri to the abseil rope so she could jug out.

Rob and Duncan boulder hopping their way to the bottom of Daydreams.

Me psyched to be climbing my first Extreme Rock tick of the year: Day Dreams.

Day dreams was ace. An exciting V0 boulder problem got us on a ledge that was safe from the tide. Rob lead the greasy first pitch, Duncan the tricky middle pitch and I lead the fun top pitch. The route reminded me how much I love sea cliff climbing and the great adventures you can have on them.

After a fun night in the St Goven's Inn and a midnight swim I woke up the next day hangover free. The weather was much better and Ollie and I managed a good haul of routes at Trevellan: The Hole, Enter the Goat, Soldier of Fortune and Sunlover. I finished the day with an ace HVS called Frontline before heading back to Sheffield, via Stratford for some unknown reason. God I love Pembroke.