As befitting the end of a challenge, the last day turned out to be the best, ‘out came the sun and washed out all the rain’ according to the poem of my childhood starring Incey Wincey Spider. But the wind was ever present. and as if willing me to finish, the wind blew me the 6 miles or so to Dinbych-Y-Pysgod or the pretty fishing port and holiday centre know by the English as Tenby.
From the deliciously tranquil village of Manorbier, with its excellent B&B, friendly pub and magnificent castle, the path climbed high promontories with sweeping views over to the island of Caldey with its sandy beach and monastery, and dropped suddenly avoiding the fluttering red flags of the military firing range overlooking Caldey Sound.
In no time I was swallowed up by the town and found myself wandering in the middle of the road, forgetting momentarily that there we cars after so many days without their nuisance.
Tenby looked like a spring bride in the bright sunshine, freshly painted pastel coloured facades smiled down to the wide expanse of golden sands at North and South Beaches, a prettier place would be hard to find.
Not quite the end of the Pembrokeshire Coastal Pathway, for me it was the end; the few miles through Saundersfoot and on to the end at Amroth was a step too far after the buffeting and soaking of the past week.
Im happy my body and especially my feet remained uninjured, I am proud of my quiet achievement. No, I would not walk the path again, since you asked. Vertigo will ensure ill not subject myself to such a challenge and I should perhaps not travel such a precipitous highway without some companionship. Email requests please…
A train brought me home safe and sound and better for the experience.
It’s Sunday and I’m settled in and glad to be back home.