I have always kept a record of my travels. It used to be with a pen and paper and 35 mm film. Now it’s all digital. On Flashback Fridays I reflect back on some of my past travels and travel mishaps before I started this blog.
More Wales…though this time farther south than Anglesey and a little more north than Cardiff and Swansea.
A lot of the charm of Pembrokeshire lies in its remoteness. It seems as if it is a different world. On the edge of the Earth. Rocky coasts. Charming little towns. The craggy coastal towns on the Atlantic Ocean. Castles. Sleepy little towns.
Some of the best walks on the Wales Coast Path runs through Pembrokeshire.
If I had to choose one are of Wales to visit over and over again it would be Pembrokeshire. Cardiff is nice for industry and Snowdonia is mountainous and wind, but Pembrokeshire gets my vote. It is wild. And beautiful. And sparsely populated. And of all the places I’ve ever visited, this land speaks to me more, and I could one day, you know, immigration laws notwithstanding, call it home. I’d even commit to learning as of now the unpronounceable Welsh language.