We stayed in a Guest House, Bryngwr in Trefin. The couple who run it are a lovely pair. She does the cooking and mostly is behind the scenes. He is up front. Serves the drinks before dinner and the dinner itself. Who ever is there shows the new arrivals around and explains the system. There are only 6 rooms, 3 up and 3 down. Dogs are welcomed but there are strict rules, for the sake of other guests. (There are 2 house dogs - both black labradors, but they are only seen in the garden) We were lucky in that they were a friendly bunch and we gathered before dinner for a drink and when turfed out of the dining room after dinner because they wanted to clear up, we moved to the lounge and continued our chatter. Repeat guests said that it was much better than usual.
The first day I had my gathering and G did a little walk to himself and a picnic lunch in our room. The second day we went to St David's as told in a previous blog.
Next day we had a look at Fishguard. This was the least rewarding day. It started on a high with a visit to The Last Invasion Tapestry. I bet you thought that was 1066 and the Bayeux Tapestry told the story. Well, you would be wrong! The last invasion was by the French during the Napoleonic wars in 1797. On 22nd February a French force of 1400 men, landed on the Pencaer peninsula just north of Goodwick. The story of their defeat by a much smaller force is too long for me to tell but it can be found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_Invasion_of_Britain
Enjoy it, it is worth reading - or better still, if you can go to Fishguard, study the Community tapestry - a remarkable feat - copying the idea of the Bayeux tapestry, but done by the community. "The internationally famous Last Invasion Tapestry was commissioned as a permanent legacy of the Bicentenary Commemorations in 1997 and depicts the story of the Last Invasion of mainland Britain. It was designed in a similar format to the Bayeux Tapestry and embroidered by seventy-seven local people." This is a simplistic version of the enormous labour of love that produced this fabulous piece.
After a walk up to the new and very modern Information Centre (which did not appeal to us) and then down a steep path towards the sea and a return up a road as we seemed never to be going to reach it, we had lunch in an apparently disappointing cafe which produced the most remarkable tomato soup - full of fresh tomatoes. We then tried to achieve the coastal path but all we managed was a walk through a housing estate, till we gave up and went back to the car and to Trefin. The day was undoubtedly saved by the tapestry.
Thursday was a magical day. The sun shone from a cloudless sky and there was only a light breeze. I set off alone for the Coastal Path and walked north towards Abercastell. I love my own company and it was a joy to go at my own pace, take pictures and just gaze at the view. I did meet one couple who were very chatty and interesting. At about mid-day, I was a familiar figure approaching - G had taken the car to Abercastell and was walking to meet me. We back-tracked a little so that he could see the bluebells and sheets of thrift that have already been seen in a previous blog. Then we went down to the tiny harbour and had our picnic lunch sitting on a rock and absorbing the peace and beauty. I left him to follow later in the car and set off back to Trefin. It was very hot and in the sunk roadway there was no wind at all and it was a long steady climb up for at least 3/4 mile. Shortly after I reached the top, there was a sign to a prehistoric tomb. Absolutely fatal for Withy. Can't resist such things. And it was only .27 of a mile. (.54 both ways - added to what I had to do anyway) I had to go. No question. And there in a field, amongst a flock of sheep were some stones arranged as you would expect, except that I would not expect to find them just solo in a field!
When I got back I found a bewildered G, who had not passed me and yet I was not there! He was soon pacified and retired to his bed for a snooze. I took the Purple Coo Book Club read and went to the far side of the garden and sat in the sun and read, and listened to the silence and was very happy (and burnt my cheeks!) A magic day to end our short holiday
The next day we travelled up through Wales (4 hours) and slowly up the M6 from Manchester to about Blackpool and then the road cleared and we had a lovely drive up through the Lake District and along the Military Road to home.