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A couple of months ago, at the beginning of September, I went up with my Dad to stay at my Uncles house in West Southern Wales. After some late nights at he pub (no, I wasn't underage drinking! 
), one morning we were debating where we should go for a trip out. My Uncle suggested that we should go to the place called "Worms Head" in Gower Peninsular, which is a well-known set of hills that stick out into the middle of the sea. At the time, the thought didn't come to our minds at all that we were going to climb up the bloody things!
We managed to get there by car, and walked down a path to the end of the hill at the start with minimal fuss. There was a building telling us what times the tide comes in and out. By pure luck, we had arrived at the perfect time to go over without getting ourselves stuck. We had about 4 hours, we had plenty of time.
These are pictures of Worms Head and of the large beach near it:
On the way down to the sea bed was a little harder than I expected. From up so high the rocks seemed so small, but they were actually pretty large. My Uncle's dog, who is pretty elderly the poor girl, was having some trouble getting down them. The rocks were actually pretty slippery as well, so I'm glad my not-so-expensive shoes were gripping them well enough to prevent an accident. We were just lucky it hadn't rained the night before.
This is the path on the way down to the rocks, the picture on the right showing how rocky it is after the green:
Past these rocks was a very long and wet trip to the first hill. I even found out my shoes were waterproof! We all, for some odd reason, went our separate ways trying to find the best and driest way to the other side. Either way, we did get a little wet.
The first picture is showing the start point, the second the first hill:
After the somewhat demanding walk to the top of the hill, the views more than made up for the effort. Walking over the top was very easy and rock-less, until we reached the end of it, where there was an even more spectacular view. The huge rocks had formed a natural shape after time, which has to be seen with your own eyes to be believed.
The first three pictures are of the left side of the hill where we already walked, and the rest are of the awesome views of the other side:
At this stage, we were heavily considering walking back. The journey on will only be even more demanding than before. We had gone all this way, so it would be mad to miss out. Just me and my Uncle walked on, as my Dad had to stay back with the dog as she was very warn out and would have never made it over the upcoming rocks (or even boulders!). I admit I almost twisted my ankle once or twice on them...
These are pictures just before the archway, one looking the other way at where we had walked, the next three being of the archway and the last just after:
By this time, my feet and legs were just aching badly. I was taking less and less pictures as a result, but I was still very much enjoying the views all around. The very final bit when we had reached the hill was an almost straight-up climb on some rocks. I just couldn't to it, until I saw people 4 times my age doing it, so I didn't chicken out and done it right away. It really wasn't that hard.
The first picture gives an idea of how large the "medium sized" rocks were (Uncle included), and the last picture of the upright climb on the rocks (in the distance, not where the backpacks are):
Finally, we were at the top! We were so high up here, as you will see in the pictures below. We had to stop and rest for at least 10 minutes, just taking in all of the views around us. There was a surprising amount of people up here as well, mainly being in their 50/60s... Before we knew it, we had to make our way back down as time was against us. I do wish I had more time to spend up there, but I guess it wasn't to be.
The first picture is of me, the rest of the views:
No more pictures from now on. The walk all the way back just dragged on forever due to how tired I was. We were pretty much following the other people, as they all decided to leave when we did. And, by the way, they were all appropriately dressed, with proper shoes, backpacks, coats, the lot. I felt like a right newbie... By the time we had reached the starting point again, I felt like I needed to collapse. There was this very steep hill before the flat path all the way to the car, and I literally couldn't walk up it without having to rest for a bit. This just proves how unfit I am! An ice-cream was awaiting me at the end, so I got myself going again despite my legs feeling like they were about to fall asleep.
After all of this, it was well worth the trip. I can honestly say that I have never seen views so spectacular before (nor experienced exercise so vigorous!). I would strongly recommend anyone who is looking for a holiday like this to go over there for a few days - or more - as there is so much more around to see. I have no doubt you will enjoy it as much as I did.
), one morning we were debating where we should go for a trip out. My Uncle suggested that we should go to the place called "Worms Head" in Gower Peninsular, which is a well-known set of hills that stick out into the middle of the sea. At the time, the thought didn't come to our minds at all that we were going to climb up the bloody things!We managed to get there by car, and walked down a path to the end of the hill at the start with minimal fuss. There was a building telling us what times the tide comes in and out. By pure luck, we had arrived at the perfect time to go over without getting ourselves stuck. We had about 4 hours, we had plenty of time.
These are pictures of Worms Head and of the large beach near it:
On the way down to the sea bed was a little harder than I expected. From up so high the rocks seemed so small, but they were actually pretty large. My Uncle's dog, who is pretty elderly the poor girl, was having some trouble getting down them. The rocks were actually pretty slippery as well, so I'm glad my not-so-expensive shoes were gripping them well enough to prevent an accident. We were just lucky it hadn't rained the night before.
This is the path on the way down to the rocks, the picture on the right showing how rocky it is after the green:
Past these rocks was a very long and wet trip to the first hill. I even found out my shoes were waterproof! We all, for some odd reason, went our separate ways trying to find the best and driest way to the other side. Either way, we did get a little wet.
The first picture is showing the start point, the second the first hill:
After the somewhat demanding walk to the top of the hill, the views more than made up for the effort. Walking over the top was very easy and rock-less, until we reached the end of it, where there was an even more spectacular view. The huge rocks had formed a natural shape after time, which has to be seen with your own eyes to be believed.
The first three pictures are of the left side of the hill where we already walked, and the rest are of the awesome views of the other side:
At this stage, we were heavily considering walking back. The journey on will only be even more demanding than before. We had gone all this way, so it would be mad to miss out. Just me and my Uncle walked on, as my Dad had to stay back with the dog as she was very warn out and would have never made it over the upcoming rocks (or even boulders!). I admit I almost twisted my ankle once or twice on them...
These are pictures just before the archway, one looking the other way at where we had walked, the next three being of the archway and the last just after:
By this time, my feet and legs were just aching badly. I was taking less and less pictures as a result, but I was still very much enjoying the views all around. The very final bit when we had reached the hill was an almost straight-up climb on some rocks. I just couldn't to it, until I saw people 4 times my age doing it, so I didn't chicken out and done it right away. It really wasn't that hard.
The first picture gives an idea of how large the "medium sized" rocks were (Uncle included), and the last picture of the upright climb on the rocks (in the distance, not where the backpacks are):
Finally, we were at the top! We were so high up here, as you will see in the pictures below. We had to stop and rest for at least 10 minutes, just taking in all of the views around us. There was a surprising amount of people up here as well, mainly being in their 50/60s... Before we knew it, we had to make our way back down as time was against us. I do wish I had more time to spend up there, but I guess it wasn't to be.
The first picture is of me, the rest of the views:
No more pictures from now on. The walk all the way back just dragged on forever due to how tired I was. We were pretty much following the other people, as they all decided to leave when we did. And, by the way, they were all appropriately dressed, with proper shoes, backpacks, coats, the lot. I felt like a right newbie... By the time we had reached the starting point again, I felt like I needed to collapse. There was this very steep hill before the flat path all the way to the car, and I literally couldn't walk up it without having to rest for a bit. This just proves how unfit I am! An ice-cream was awaiting me at the end, so I got myself going again despite my legs feeling like they were about to fall asleep.
After all of this, it was well worth the trip. I can honestly say that I have never seen views so spectacular before (nor experienced exercise so vigorous!). I would strongly recommend anyone who is looking for a holiday like this to go over there for a few days - or more - as there is so much more around to see. I have no doubt you will enjoy it as much as I did.
