I wandered around for a couple days. Heard there were some castles in the country. I decided to go to Pembroke Castle.
This was no simple voyage. A three point five hour train ride that turned into a three hour train ride plus an hour of bus and waiting for the bus. See, we were most of the way there when one of the train cabins started filling with smoke and the train just kind of stopped. But they fixed it enough to get us to the next station and dump us unceremoniously onto the pavement! It's cool, they sent a bus. Seven sunburns later, the bus arrived, and I finally reached the land of Pembroke.
|Medieval-era learning tent outside.|
|Do castle towers dream of Welsh sheep?|
|Note the distinct lack of sea cliffs.|
Lo and behold, though I could have sworn I smelled smoke, the train transported me safely to Tenby!
|Rocky ain't got nothin on this.|
In case you aren't well versed in Welsh beach hotspots, Tenby is a picturesque beach community with cute shops and a medieval wall jutting out of the cliffs. It even has sand!
|Sand > Brighton's pebbles|
It was a beautiful day. I'm talking sunshine and lollipops nice. I was all ready to buy a summer house there when people started warning me that the weather was not, in fact, typical.
|Condemned monastery (too easy).|
Nice is not the typical weather? Suddenly it made a lot more sense that the whole place had a weird sort of Florida retiree vibe. And by vibe, I mean, I passed a couple stores that were advertising walkers, and some places that used Bingo as a selling point.
They also had some mini-sea-cliffs.
|Hard to traverse with a walker.|
It was pretty. And windy.
|Not pictured; the 75,000 snails that live there.|
Much like the rest of my trip, I saw some seagulls:
|Unlike the gulls of Bath, this bird is at least thinking about eating sea creatures.|