Port Eynon to Oxwich

Port Eynon to Oxwich

But nevertheless we walked on passing the old Salthouse on our left and turned to face the path up to Port Eynon Point. But first we stop to look at this little bay. the tide is out at the moment but I have seen the sea hurling itself into this cauldron and it is not good.

In 1883 the Agnes Jack was caught here in a dreadful storm, the rocket crews failed to get a line on board because the gale was against them. The crew were clinging to the rigging and local people were unable to do anything but pray for a break. All the crew were lost. Tragic.

We reached Port Eynon Point and the wind was bitterly cold but we had to take a group photo. Alan, always the joker (also an incredible athlete) raced over to the extreme right to make sure he appeared twice.

That is just the sort of man he is!

Just a bit after here there is a fingerpost which points the way to Oxwich Green and although the path turned back on itself we were pleased that it was more sheltered.

We get on to the top and join the road at Oxwich Castle, The Oxwich Bay Hotel is excitingly close now and it spurs us on. Down at the village we check the timetable at the bus stop and a bus is imminent. We have a short discussion and decide to leave the hotel for another day.

The comforts of home were calling, deafeningly loud!

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When we spoke about this walk a few days earlier the days had been full of sun and we could not have anticipated what was in store for us. Anyway we boarded the bus at Sketty Cross and enjoyed the warmth and comfort of the transport. When we got to Scurlage we had to change buses and I must say that we all showed reluctance to move, however we are brave men and as you know men have to do what men have to do. It was a different matter when the second bus stopped at Port Eynon because this was the start of our adventure and it was cold, very cold.
	But nevertheless we walked on passing the old Salthouse on our left and turned to face the path up to Port Eynon Point. But first we stop to look at this little bay. the tide is out at the moment but I have seen the sea hurling itself into this cauldron and it is not good. In 1883 the Agnes Jack was caught here in a dreadful storm, the rocket crews failed to get a line on board because the gale was against them. The crew were clinging to the rigging and local people were unable to do anything but pray for a break. All the crew were lost. Tragic.
	We reached Port Eynon Point and the wind was bitterly cold but we had to take a group photo. Alan, always the joker (also an incredible athlete) raced over to the extreme right to make sure he appeared twice. That is just the sort of man he is!
	Fair play the sun was trying its best but we would have had to be in the middle of the sea to benefit from these rays!
	We had set a task for ourselves, we wanted to get a close look at Culver Hole so here we are going down towards Overton. It is a very tricky path and I wouldn't dare to do it without someone with me but I have always wanted to take a close look at it this strange structure.
	And here it is, the final scramble to here is really tricky, almost a crawl. Culver Hole is a mystery, its facade is about 60 feet high, built deep into the cliff. You cannot see this unless you are directly in front of it. According to H. M. Tucker's book 'My Gower' the wall is ten feet thick and inside the wall is peppered with pigeon nesting holes. Was there nowhere else to build this? The question is "How on earth did they get the materials here?" I think I should have to be desperately hungry to come down here to get a pigeon for a pie!
	We are now going to go back down the path and walk to the end of that long beach, then follow the coastal path to the Oxwich Bay Hotel where we will eagerly devour whatever sustenance they have to offer. At least that should keep us incentivised!
	And here are the plucky lads starting the descent. At the moment we have very little idea of how we will suffer!
	It was a case of head down and plod on, I think the beach was worse than the headland with the biting wind now succeeding to get through my jacket and all the layers. Here is Horton and soon we will be walking on dry land but we will still be in the cold wind.
	Just a bit after here there is a fingerpost which points the way to Oxwich Green and although the path turned back on itself we were pleased that it was more sheltered. We get on to the top and join the road at Oxwich Castle, The Oxwich Bay Hotel is excitingly close now and it spurs us on. Down at the village we check the timetable at the bus stop and a bus is imminent. We have a short discussion and decide to leave the hotel for another day. The comforts of home were calling, deafeningly loud!