Having buggered up a family holiday in Ireland in April and a wedding in August, novice Dick Head Tours recruit Rona Virus has not managed to screw up our little family staycation in Pembrokeshire. Even though we’re seven when you include Dog, we will be back when the latest jolting handbrake turn kicks in on Monday limiting us to six in a bubble. This won’t be our problem…
Today was the first full day. The Vet is a bit of a one for exercise – ‘shall we dad?’.
So we did twenty minutes of hiit. And then ten minutes of stomachs. She could stand. I appeared to have channelled my inner mollusc and found it easiest if I slid to the kitchen for breakfast.
Happily, we improved and, at the youngsters instigation set off for a little piece of heaven around small coastal hamlet called Stackpole.
There we meandered along the banks of several lily ponds,
crossing or just viewing the variety of bridges on the way.
We stopped for a bite at Stackpole quay where Dog and rested our paws before me tried a clean up operation and we marvelled at how anyone actually wants to use a kayak rather than grow geraniums in them.
We set off along the world renowned Pembrokeshire coastal path
stopping for a selfie. Look at those teeth. Who needs headlights with those in the car.
Naturally Dog decided to continue to improve my face to sweat ratio.
There are many coves, stacks and cliffs hereabouts as well as the odd, secluded sandy beach.
We took a breather while Dog stood look out, before heading back to the cars. That seven miles was the longest in a fair few months. I’m sure the morning exercise class has nothing to do with the soreness of my feet.
Later we dined at the Grove, a rather swish hotel that had a dog friendly conservatory. He slept for the majority of the meal. Just as I did, if truth be told.
Thank you, Cymru