Wale story

We only have a few months left in England, so John decided we had better make more of an effort to see the country while we are still here. John thought Wales would be a good long drive but close enough for us to spend some time sight seeing. We got the car packed up as if we were travelling away for a month, who says women over pack…..they have not met John. We travelled for hours on the M4 with a few coffee breaks and wee stops. It was not until we got off the M4 that the scenery changed and not a lot. Small green paddocks boxed by hedges chequered across the rolling landscape not a great deal different from England. The ugly duckling (our car) did not like the hills very much, at one stage John was getting quite upset over a tractor we had overtaken previously, was now quickly gaining on us, as the ugly duckling was struggling to get over the hill before the tractor caught up. Probably the only time John gets frustrated is in the Mercedes.
We passed many little villages scattered along the road, but nothing like the many I have seen here in England, they seemed rather ordinary by comparison, we stayed at a b&b near the Pembrokeshire coastline. The accommodation was up above a quiet pub that is what we were told. John and I got our overnight things out of the car. A good walk was needed to stretch the legs so off we drove to the coast path car park, we had to go through a firing range, the range only allows access through its premises on weekends, during the week the barriers are closed. A quick walk and two hundred photos later we thought we would go back to the room for a shower then have dinner. We planned on an early night so the next day we could look around nice and early. An elderly gentleman sitting in his car, interrupted our walk back. It seems he wanted to know the way out of the car park. John said we are visiting and do not know the area, but we did tell him how we got in, I assume he just wanted to talk. The fellow was a local and told us of many ways to get out. He was sitting in his car waiting for family to return, he told us jokes in an effort to keep us as his captive audience a little longer. Yes we felt guilty when we said we had to go, but I think we did give him a fair hearing.
Back in the room, purple bedspread and orange curtains absolutely hideous the room was small but clean. There were four rooms in all, and no vacancies left. We sat drinking our tea, me at the desk and John on the bed we knew it was going to be an awful night. Every noise made in the adjoining rooms was very audible to us and none of the doors shut quietly. Even the patrons in the restaurant down stairs could be heard.
Feeling tired and deluded we trudged down stairs, the place was packed. All seats were taken or booked except for a table for two, which we were lucky to get, John suggested I go sit down and he will bring us back some drinks. With all the patrons it took John a while to be served, so I had lots of time to stare into the eyes of a huge bull that had the misfortune of its head being stuffed and mounted on the wall. I swapped seats where the view was a little more palatable, and John returned with a much needed drink.
The meal was exceptional, we became chummy with the couple next to us it was a lovely evening to our surprise. But then came bed time, by morning we both knew how many springs were in the lumpy bed, what time the bar downstairs closed, and how many times the door slammed upstairs it was a long night. The men in the next room to ours had hijacked John on his way to the car. They were hiking in the district and told him of many places to Visit, the must sees of the area. St Governs chapel on the bottom off the cliff ( a small stone building) was disappointing because I was expecting some thing magnificent and Stack Rocks was similar to Lulworth beach. The thousands of birds that nest on these rocks are noisy and very smelly.. We also saw Wales surfing beach where they hold surfing competitions, it was spot the wave, a swell of two foot was all that we found.