Wed-Thursday : Tenby

From the funny foam cube seat, Penrhiwcoyon Cottages, Wales



Yesterday I wandered down to the train and caught the two carriages which rattle up and down the line between Swansea and Pembroke Harbour. Tenby is a lovely town which I stumbled across last year knowing nothing about it except that it was a dot on the map I could visit for a day. I loved the narrow cobbled hilly roads, then found not only castle walls inside the town, but a small harbour along which runs the most delightful rainbow of houses....

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This time I booked into a bed and breakfast for the night. My room had a pale blue and white theme, sweet curtains and pillows, and solid timber furniture. I had travelled light so, not wanting to waste the wonderful wardrobe, hung up my two jackets (one warm and one waterproof), my pyjamas (they got quite a shock...I hope they don’t begin to expect this) and my change of undies (ditto).

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Tenby, as it turns out, also has two long soft sandy beaches reminiscent of those at home, an island just offshore with a monastery, seals and puffins (which I didn’t see) and an ancient history including mastodon teeth (which I did see). Everybody seems to try to outdo everybody else with the ancientness of their history. I think mastodon teeth are pretty good.

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I caught the two carriages back again today. I’d paid for my ticket on the train by credit card; I tried to pay cash in the station but when I held out my banknote to the woman behind the counter, she said that they don’t take Euros in Wales. I’d filled my wallet with the wrong foreign currency.