Wednesday 29 July 2015

Tenby, Wales

Tenby is a place on a postcard and behind the postcard lie little cobbled streets packed with tea shops, beach equipment outlets and tourists, surrounding the postcard is a medieval stone wall and rolling countryside. You can spend the days watching the expansive tide ebb and flow in and completely out of the marina and past the rock on the beach until it's an island isolated by sand, you can walk around the little town buying beach equipment and listening to London accents, you can also go for a walk along the coast to the next town of Saundersfoot and walk back along the beach, until you can't walk back along the beach anymore, at this point you will wonder if the tide is coming in or going out and where the track is back to high ground, just when you think you can't go any further a slab of rock with a rope on it will enable you to haul yourself back onto the track again, and once back on the track you will notice a sign you past on the way out which has a man falling off a cliff in the direction you just came from, thus a nice day can be spent not quite in Tenby. Most people would just go to the beach, and that's nice too.
The Welsh word for Tenby means little town of the fishes.

Tuesday 28 July 2015

Coming Home

A friend once said about returning home "I've been out on the high seas for 12
years now, it's time to come home." It's time to come home.