My family have been coming to Tenby, Pembrokshire, every year for the last 15 years or so. We’ve camped, stayed in a B&B, stayed in a caravan, but for most of the years we’ve booked a self catering apartment.
There is something wonderfully relaxing about coming to the same place every year. You don’t feel any pressure to get out every day and you know the best places to visit and the best places to eat.
My family have never really done holidays abroad, so maybe I’m wrong, but it seems to me that when you’ve spent hundreds to go to somewhere there is a pressure to get out – in Tenby we sometimes we just read or play games. Its nice to just stop…
Of course I’m not just stopping because I’m writing this post but that is also something I don’t always get to do.
On Sunday we had a beautiful day. I’m still away and, by the look of the weather, Sunday might be the only nice day.
This is the view from St. Govan’s Chapel not far from Tenby. It overlooks the sea and is set against the cliffs on some military land.
The chapel is a place we’ve been to on a few occasions from when I was young and found it boring to being 25 and starting to find it interesting.
A little way from the Chapel is a tea rooms, it’s Britain what did you expect? Which is basically some tables in front of a house covered in leaves. (Which I foolishly don’t have a picture of.)
So after coronation chicken sandwiches, tea and cake we walked on around the lily ponds. (Incidentally I was wondering if I should call them lakes but pond is apparently correct – and it doesn’t rhyme with cake.)
I’ve started to like walks fairly recently. I like walks that go in a circle. It feels more complete and satisfactory than walking one way and then retreading the same path.
It was a beautiful day and an enjoyable walk. And as I write this I’m looking at a grey sky. Maybe tomorrow.
It’s now tomorrow. The sky is still grey.