A beautiful spot on the Wild Coast off the beaten track and situated on a cliff gently sloping down to the bay. After another long drive we stretched our legs along the beach whilst suffering a little sandburn from the strong winds pelting sand at high speed. James' Dr Doolittle tendencies continued when we reached Chinsta West, yet another dog roaming seemingly aimlessly followed us to the shop, waited outside and joined us on our return journey along the beach bringing the number up to three dogs in two days.

A trip to Chinsta is not complete without a little horse riding through the hills and down along the bay. A gentle walk along the beach soon progressed to a quick canter. Well my trusty pony and I cantered beautifully whilst James was struggling on the stubborn Freddie in a strange sort of fast trot! Three hours later and rather stiff but equally exhilarated we arrived back to the fields to un-tack. After two nights we were on the move again to a spot further up the coast.