"Mark had sussed the line and after the most minor protest from me quickly scotched by a sharp “well that’s what we’re here for” we were again improvising an abseil from a rusty target pulley and lump of concrete. As Mark abbed a blue land rover pulled up and a very friendly man came over. He explained that he was monitoring a couple of seal pups in the back of the zawn and we would be ok until ten that night when the mother would come back with the high tide to feed them. I assured him that we would be gone well before then, if not I thought, we would be in serious trouble."
Pembroke's Range West, read the full article here.
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