What I didn’t realise when booking the camp site was what a long journey we were actually in for. We set off for the South West coast of Wales and arrived 5 hours later at the Glan-Y-Mor campsite situated within the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park. It was worth the trek – what a stunning place. The site I picked was a small one which was fine by us as it meant a more intimate surrounding and was wonderfully peaceful (I guess the larger groups would go down to the beach campsite with the surfers – I would if that was the vibe I was looking for!)
Another thing I didn’t realise (because I did SUCH a good job on researching…) was that we were actually also camped out right by the smallest city in the UK. St David’s was given city status by Queen Elizabeth II because it has a cathedral. The cathedral is magnificent and clearly dominates the city (ok it’s really the cutest little surfing village but I will call it a city because I can). We took a walk around and right by the cathedral are some ruins that we later learned was called the Bishops Palace. Another interesting bit of info is that the actual Saint David was born about 10 mins south of the city and he founded the city around 550AD. Thus ends our history lesson for the day.
We had a little lookey around the city and did the usual tourist stuff.. had a coffee at a cute touristy cafe (complete with wind chimes and arty stuff and couches where you could just chill), bought souvenirs, considered a boat trip to Ramsey Island (which would have been tons more appealing if we were not made aware of the fact that there was a hurricane approaching – this particular hurricane gave us quite a rough night, but having been woken up at about 3 am I decided tea was in order so with the tent feeling like it was about to take off, there I was with the lantern being ever so British and prioritising a nice cup of tea! I amuse myself). However, the main mission for the afternoon was buying a fishing rod for Jimmy.
The storm I mentioned earlier passed by the next day and we once again had sun (now at this point I must point out that BBC Weather actually sucks and after predicting a week full of rain, we got a week of sun… I digress, but honestly BBC, either tell us the weather or stop pretending that you know what you are on about). So lovely sunshine and we decided to head off to find a fishing spot. As it turned out we were minutes down the road from a fabulous place called Caerfai Bay.
No actual fishing to be had, but the boys had a blast giving it a go while I pointed the camera at everything that moved and tried in vain to get some sun on my arms.
Did I mention the chocolate farm? Yummy! Well not much to say really. It’s a farm that exists for the sole purpose of making chocolates. We looked around the super cute shops and did a tour of the factory (which was also super cute). Got some free samples… but of course when all you have in your head is Charlie and the Chocolate factory… it’s a hard thing to compare to – I was hoping for oompa loompas or a chocolate river. However credit where it’s due, the place was quaint and the chocolates were yummy.
So those were the basic highlights of the trip. In conjunction with the immense amount of relaxation and of course the braais every night, when it came time to head on back to London, I was quite sad to leave this little gem of a place. Already planning the next trip.