Aug 06 - Camping in Wales

When I was in SA and heard about 'Bank Holidays' in the UK, I wondered why the banks were so special that they needed holidays. It was only when I got here that I realised they were always on holiday but when the day was a Bank holiday, that meant that WE would have one too. August Bank Holiday loomed, notoriously the last one for 4 months....until Xmas we would be slaves to whomsoever in this economy cracked the whip...and believe you me...there are far more people here with bigger and better whips, so you just knuckle down and work until the "Banks" grant you the day off. Funnily enough in SA we call them 'public' holidays, which means they are off-days for the public, over here you are forced into recognising that money and banks are the boss so they let you have a day off sometimes. We vacated England like everyone else, except we stayed in Britain this time and headed off to the Pemborkeshire Coast to check up on the Welsh and see why they are so perky and cheeky (okay the Millenium Stadium was not hosting anything exciting this weekend!)

Here is Graham, Lord of our little Manor... we went for a walk along the coast and understood why the Welsh sing so beautifully, what magnificent views..

We found a small dot on the map that looked vaguely interesting so we wandered off down this windy road, expecting only a sheep grazing a piece of grass at the end of it , perhaps with a leek sticking out its ear...and what did we find???? A quarry in the middle of nowhere, where people jumped off craggy sides into the blue pond? All quite strange it was.... and it WAS cold, despite being the middle of summer..

In the middle of all of this, we found a lovely lonely beach (pebble city) where we had a picnic lunch and watched the ferries come into the harbour

We meandered down the coast and found the rest of the British crazies...believe me, sometimes when you see them in their natural habitat you understand how they forged an empire. They are fearless but still make a decent cuppa tea afterwards. I wish our photies could do justice to them as they casually flung themselves off these chalky type clifftops.

We saw some pretty heather above a beach and thought 'Wow...photo oppportunity'...gee it might have looked pretty but I itched for about 3 months afterwards....it was like khakibos with a pretty face....

Yes Dad, this one is for you. We went to Tenby a few times. What a beautiful place. Quite stunning but blooming hard to find somewhere to sit down and eat....again the camera does not do the place justice. I kept thinking that we were looking at places you looked at over half a century ago (and where Karin had her bicycle stolen!!!)

And just so you know.. this was our patch of ground for the weekend....what a grass mansion it was!!! But we were happy, we had ourselves, cover from the rain and a good coffee pot, what more could we want?