Seeing through on a promise to Samuel I brought him a toy for being good. Debs was in the toilet and I was guarding the handbag and stuff. The whistling toy was just inside the shop and I gave Samuel the money to buy it himself. I could just about see the shop counter and he managed brilliantly.
On the beach the whistling toy worked great, but it was a really hot day and we kept dipping our feet in the sea to cool dow
Debs drank coke leaning against the rocks.
Coppet beach location sketches
Walking from Wisemans bay to Saundersfoot is hungry work. We stopped daily at the little Ed ice cream van and sat to watch the tide. It wa a handy half way stop to the heritage park where we were staying.
The pathway itself is the old narrow gauge railway that took coal from hertiage park to the harbour at Saundersfoot. I imagine the pathway has been made wider with the sea defence, but the two tunnels that you pass through on the way are 100 per cent original. Apart from the LEDs in the path.
Location sketch of Wisemans bay.
It was a windy day when we stopped on the south Tenby beach in front of the harbour. The tide was coming in and the jelly fish were collecting on the sand.
It turns out I'm not great with heights and when three young lads stated to climb the rock on the beach I became queezy. The fact they were wearing crocs didn't help. Who wears crocs to climb? Bear feet would propbably be better.
Fortunately they made it to the top and down again without any incident. I'm thinking of buying some crocs to see if they help my fear of heights.
The town of Tenby is split into a north and south beach. The yellow sands stretch a far a the eye can see almost drawled by the towering cliffs that the town sits on. Even the holiday brochures highlight the magnificent beaches.
It was with high expectations that we took our locally made pasties to that wonderful beach. Which seemed everso slighlty over crowded. It was high tide at Tenby and the beach had all but disappeared. We found a very small place to sit and eat lunch as the hundred odd steps back to the top of the cliffs seemed like an incredibly long journey.
A sketch of the steps that I did after lunch, listening to two medical students discussing their morning...
There is nothing like fish and chip when you are on holiday. Saudersfoot has 2 marvellous establishments and we found ourselves waiting forever in the main one on the harbour front. This led to some serious people watching.
The main person serving had the biggest glasses that I have ever seen, and I lived through the eighties. Along with this she has an eye watering squint and the ability to see into next week. I lost my train of thought several times as I tried to stare into her eyes and realised I was having to look through my ear.
The old woman serving in the back ground was mainly holding boxes while a shirted man shovelled chips in rapid fire. It was a well oiled machine with orders flying into the restaurant and to the take away point. Pity then that our order had been forgotten and we sat and waited for theee quarters of an hour.
I'm sure this was revenge by the squinty-eye girl who found my staring quite obnoxious.
Wet Wales, that was what I was told to expect. We packed warm clothes and summer outfit. I the end we spent the week in t-shirts and shorts. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Our plans to explore the green countryside vanished as we spent the week walking along the old tramway coastal path from Wisemans Bridge to Saundersfoot.
The most spectacular part of the journey was a walk through two man made tunnels carved through the cliffs. It was dark and damp but the temperature was wonderfully low and a great escape from the scorching hot summer sun.
