Last Friday, I hurried out of work at 4:30 on the dot and we jumped in the car to head off for a weekend in the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park (the only coastal National Park, you know…).
After months of fruitless Rightmove stalking, looking for our ideal home in North Devon, we have decided to extend our search to this beautiful part of the Welsh coastline, which offers many of the same lifestyle benefits, but has more choice in the housing department. Call us fickle if you will…
We viewed three houses whilst there, and had a brief but intense love affair with one of them, which sadly did not work out in the end. After allowing ourselves to grieve over it for a few days, we gathered up all that we learnt in the process and are now raring for the next viewing session. Fingers crossed that an even more brilliant home comes along.
We were fortunate to catch the start of the good weather spell that we’ve been having, and spent Saturday night camping at the beautiful Newgale Beach Campsite, which were it any closer to the sea, you would have to swim into your tent. It was a beautiful, balmy night and we strolled along the seafront hand in hand, listening to the strange sound of the tide as it slid over the pebble bank.
One thing that I can resolutely say about Wales – the people are just lovely. We found ourselves chatting away to people we’ve never met before like old friends. You certainly don’t get that in Cambridge!
Sunday was spent hopping from one side of the coast to the other; we visited Cardigan so that I could stop in at the howies store (see what I bought here), where we also discovered the 25 mile - an eaterie that sources most of its food from within (you guessed it) 25 miles. We only popped in for a drink, but I would love to return and try out their windfall crumble some day!
After Cardigan, and on the way home, we called in at the seaside town of Tenby, which was very busy on account of the weather. I was keen to see the old lifeboat station that had been featured on Grand Designs, and also the Fisherman’s Church that had been on Don’t Tell the Bride (cringe). The town itself is very pretty, and we sat and admired the view over Caldey island whilst Chris ate fresh cockles and I devoured a classic ’99′.
I didn’t want to come home. It is definitely a perfect place for our little family, and I can’t wait to find our dream home there.