Back with the binbag and down to the rocks

A couple of weeks away from the Gower coast makes the heart grow fonder.
This evening's solo trek led down from Pennard's West Cliff car park to the rough-hewn sea-lashed rocks of Fox Hole.
The tide was in, the sun setting and a single angler was happy to take a few sea salt splashes as he tempted hungry fish.
It was a relaxing place to be albeit tempered by the collection of a binbagful of litter - mainly Budweiser bottles with hoppy content still aromatic, largely empty plastic drinks bottles and assorted chunks of polystyrene.
That's not to say the place was a mess; it wasn't. The rocks are worn from human visits and rough surf but the vegetation was thriving and the birdlife active.
A slightly secretive treasure, Fox Hole, and all the better for it!