St. Govan Chapel and the Lily ponds

After we had our breakfast, we noticed some of the restaurant staff having their morning tea. At St. Govan, we saw why we could have not gone to the  Stack Rocks today. We couldn't have even walked there. 

We were at the parking lot, and the sign prevented us from going west to Huntsman Leap -- something we would have liked to do. So we were limited to the chapel and points east. 
From below, it really looks like a chapel.
Looking out of its only window, you see the little cell built by St. Govan. This cell was build sometime in the 6th century by S. Govan who apparently stayed in it worshiping, preaching and teaching in South Pembrokeshire. March 26th is now designated St. Govan's Day. Tradition says that St. Govan lies buried under the alter in the chapel.
One gets to the chapel by walking down a steep staircase.
The chapel consists of a nave measuring 17.5 x 12.5. Most of the present wall markings are recent graffiti, except for an inscription that seems to have a 6 and an O.

Couldn't resist a sea-through-hole picture!
Looking back of the cliffs from St. Govan's Head.

Looking down from St. Govan's head to the beach below. But with my telephoto ... 
The fuzzy map on the left is a portion of the area we were to walk next. It is the main reason this area is so heavily populated in the summer time. The cliffs in the region are irresistible to serious rock climbers who carry ropes, pitons, and all sorts of gear. We walked as far as #11 on the map, St. Govan's head.
But  the lady above reminds us of who really owns this area!

A single blue jacketed rock climber ready to climb.

we are reminded of the little white folk that really belong here.
Back at Bosherston, we decided to take a look at the fine old Norman church St Michael and All Angels. With my bean
I believe Elaine is pointing to where we are on this posted map.
But we found a few still in bloom -- hear and there.
Higher yet. We basically circled one of the three ponds.
Saintly looking individual.
This is the base of the pond -- overlooking a quay on the sea.
 bag resting on an old Norman font, I was able to get this time exposed picture of the interior -- after the lights came on.
In July, these lilies are in beautiful bloom -- too bad it's August.
Looking down from a higher vantage poine.
Bridge going over the pond. See the swans in the distance.
Actually, a mother with her four cygnets.
The mum and pop leading the cygnets through a lily gap.

Next, our last walk in Pembrokeshire -- Stackpole Head.