whilst jane and i huddled together in our warm hoodies, raincoats and boots, our girls threw off their shoes, and threw on their swimming costumes to shiver in the sea.
only in britain would you find people wearing skimpy sunbathing clothes alongside those more suitably dressed for winter wind and rain
pembroke08 day 2 was a windy day. we went to stackpole quay and walked round to the magical barafundle beach.
to get to the beach you have to walk over the coastal path
despite the bright colours (i’ll admit i’ve souped them a bit in lightroom) it was right chilly
when you get there you have to go down a long set of steps to reach the beach, but it’s totally worth it.
this was the one day when we didn’t have my little hidey beach tent (i don’t like sand)
right, i’m going to attempt to give you a bit of a diary of our last fortnight in wales over the next few days. we’ll see how it goes.
this is the severn bridge marking the gateway to wales. it’s a toll – cash only. note the rain
this is something supermarkets don’t do enough. opened bags of things so you can cop a feel before you buy. what sampler ‘touchers’ would you like at a supermarket ? i might like to get my hand in some custard
here is a bin with an abandoned brolly. possibly dumped there by someone leaving the country.
various people braved the elements to walk their soggy dogs.
we went to a lovely 18th b-day party yesterday. here’s the birthday girl plus mum and dad inspecting some of the photos
i’ll write much more about our disappointing holiday house called Bramble Hall . Needless to say this is not a particularly accurate description: “A lovely, detached house, wonderfully situated on the owner’s working
agricultural farm, in the fabulous, medieval town of Pembroke.” But more about that later !
for now here is a container thing which i guess must be used to sell christmas trees in season
free is pink
mmm
