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We departed Barry on Monday morning, and tootled off through Swansea and on to Rhossili. Wow. Wales does beaches very, very, very well. We walked to Worm’s Head and laughed at the group of school kids jumping into the water and heckling each other in Welsh, before enjoying a lovely long walk along the beach. Such a peaceful and relaxing way to spend one’s day. It wasn’t much farther on to Haverfordwest (which the locals seem to pronounce with only two syllables), and we finally met some Welsh people. Our Airbnb host was Welsh (and a teacher – I guessed correctly), and the people running the pub down the road were Welsh too. Huzzah!
On Tuesday we set off to St David’s, the smallest city in the UK, to check out the cathedral with a purplish hue. The city and its cathedral were not as inundated with tourists as I had expected, and it was a peaceful spot to explore. Next on the agenda was the harbour town of Tenby, full of quaint pubs and ocean views. From there we ended up at Barafundle, which is pretty much the Welsh equivalent of Childers Cove. Ah the serenity… After that, we were pretty much all coasted out and we headed back to Haverfordwest for a scrummy (if slightly hipster) dinner.
Warwick had to earn his keep on Wednesday, as we set off on another epic (by British standards) roadtrip. We made our way north through that beautiful Welsh countryside, and then entered England, before going back to Wales, and then back to England. Gotta love those borders. We passed through Pant, and I was pleased to find that the “Pant Playing Area” still existed and still made me chuckle some four years after I had first seen it. Eventually we arrived in Crewe, and stopped in for a cuppa with Richard and Christine, some of Simon’s family friends.
From Crewe we planned to continue on to Otley, but a quick check of the traffic made us reconsider. We happened upon a little Italian restaurant in Sandbach, and enjoyed a brilliant meal for not very much money. By the time we had finished dinner, the M6 was looking much clearer and we had a smooth run up to Otley, only marred slightly by the inappropriate use of pronouns in pop music these days. Grammar matters, okay?