You can’t get much wester in Wales than Haverfordwest. We actually came here before, last year, when the toilets in Lidl’s were out of order and we had to go to the car showroom across the road, on our way to St. Davids. We are further west this year than last. We are in a cottage near a beautiful Welsh town (Haverfordwest) where the buildings are painted many colours, presumably to brighten everyone up when it rains. It has not been raining, except a bit in Aberystwyth on the way down.
It is like letting the little animals out of the zoo when the young children’s bedroom door is opened by their Grandma. They have their own language (not Welsh!) which they make up as they go along, to copy our speech, as they have limited vocabulary at this stage in life. They run up and down; all that energy built up overnight, waiting to be released in the morning when the door is opened.
Broad Haven Beach; oil tankers in the bay, the rocky coast of Pembrokeshire. The sun is shining, but clouds still come across occasionally to make us complain that the weather is not quite good enough; but in fact it is a lot warmer than yesterday, when we went to Tenby and Caldey Island. Not quite warm enough to take the T shirt off, but warm enough for shorts, getting warmer.
I spoke too soon. It got a lot sunnier, and we all got sunburned!