Land of my fathers (Well not mine actually)

I can claim no ancestral connection with Wales but have come to be very fond of it as a place of natural beauty, as rugged and windswept as one could want.
We crossed from France on the Eurostar on Sunday and with only an overnight stop in Sussex on the way headed straight for Wales, Pembrokeshire to be exact. We spent some time in the north on our last trip a year ago and had left with a feeling of wanting to see more.
 A small diversion on the way across was made to Bibury in the Cotswalds for a cuppa and a stretch of the legs. This is a wee gem amongst gems and was purchased by the National Trust to preserve it.

Bibury..thew part owned by the National Trust

One of the best villages in Britain ( at least I think so)

Our cuppa and our visit went all too quickly and we were soon back on the motorway heading west, crossing the magnificent Severn suspension bridge and on to our cottage for the next week in Llanwrda, Pembrokeshire. A cheerful welcome by our hosts and the day was completed by shifting in and for Mrs Currin (god she's wonderful) a spot of washing. Well I had been driving all day. 

Tuesday and we hit the road bright and early to explore the region. Wales apparently has more castles than anywhere else in Britain and they, or their remains, are everywhere.

The remains of castles are everywhere.

The main town of interest today was Tenby, a very pretty seaside town and we spent quite some time here.

A lovely seaside town - Tenby

Even the Beach is very presentable.

Next port of call was Lougharne, home of the late Dylan Thomas and wife Caitlin. Now I may not be overly fond of Dylan's poetry but his taste in property was something else. He lived in a boat shed and used the garage up on the road as his writing room.. I know someone who has a similar setup with his woodworking studio in the Marlborough Sounds.

Dylan Thomas' Home

And Wrting Room.

The views are spectacular.

Today we returned to the south coast and stumbled across a very large estate owned by the National Trust, no buildings this time but some of the finest cliff walking country one can imagine.

Mrs Currin admiring the view.

St. Govan's Chapel, wedged between the rocks halfway 

down the cliff.

This rounded off a very pleasant day and maybe it took some of the roundness off me, but I doubt it, I really do.

My brother has arrived back from China after nine years and is house sitting our home whilst we are away. I Skyped him last night and was pleased to hear that he was settling in well and had made a friend with our cat. It was nice.

Another day in the life of a blogger and another to look forward to tomorrow.

All the best....Makos still haven't lost..... Yeeha!

Dave