I have returned! A nice holiday when all’s said and done. Went up to Pembrokeshire on Thursday camping at Penally, just down the road from where I’d been a few months ago doing other things. First night in a new tent is always a bit of an experiment but it was a good night, unfortunately that morning it started to rain hard overhead and I discovered a slight leak on the side door to the tent (a pain but not a massive problem). Then on Friday I left to go walking the coast from about 11 o’clock onwards (left so late as had to wait for the office to open as needed to pay for the previous night), which wasn’t so bad as the worst of the weather passed by 12:30ish. Followed the coast up to Freshwater East passing some stunning views (really wish I had a camera, all I had was my phone) and even watching the Army launch a drone from a cliftop which provided a distraction whilst eating my lunch (pot noodle, think they’ve got better since the several years its been since I last had one). After that I turned inland and got across to Pembroke Dock round about 6:15pm before catching the train back to where I started. A wonderful walk really especially along the coast, not too disheartened about the camera as I feel I may well visit the area again, though perhaps with at least someone for company (not that I really minded being on my own much tbh)
As I’d walked so far and my feet were a bit wrecked (added to because I did it in trainers so my feet got wet as I failed to find boots I liked on my way up as was my intention) I took Saturday off. So once the tent dried out I packed up and went driving.
First was a visit to Tenby and a walk down memory lane. One thing about going on holiday on your own, you definately get more than a few ‘wish you were here’ thoughts along the way. Anyway after that I looked at the map and thought what the hell, and indulged in a rather sad pasttime – I went to an amusement park on my own.
Oakwood Theme Park, £15 entry and so far into Wales even the tourists are Welsh (ok it was a bit out of season). I must confess when entering I did behave like someone looking for their friends (sad I know) but after a few minutes I realised I just had to get on with it and queue up on my own and always be the odd person out(which admitedly does allow you to jump quite a lot of queue sometimes when theres just ‘one seat left’ or similar). I must say that some of the rides were fantastic with no dud ones really, and really the only bad thing was being on my own so that I did everything if anything too quickly.
Finally I drove off to Marloes on a kind of peninsula on Northern Pembrokeshire. That night was incredibly windy, by and large I’m unfussed when in a tent because I know they make strange enough noises in the elements, but when the wind blows so hard your tent gets squashed down to one side its a little odd, although the wind did ensure that no rain settled on the side door to let water in which I guess was a bonus.
So Sunday was an earlier start, I packed up my tent (still wet, will air it here when I know the weather will hold) reasoning when I got back I wouldn’t be in the mood (and that it’d prob still be wet given the showers) and off by 9:30. The walk was anticlockwise around the coastal path to Dale before setting off inland to complete the loop. Atlantic born winds in your face all day is a bit much to take, but it was fun and I kept in good spirits along the way (it must be said though that this holiday did my habit of talking to myself absolutely no favours whatsoever). As I wandered about I did get to thinking in my way that being a nice peninsular with a reasonable port open which couldn’t really mount much resistance that it’d be a good place to invade the country from (don’t ask me why I thought this I just occasionally consider things like that), and then maybe an hour later I pass a memorial which signified another great military genius who happened to agree with me, Henry Tudor landed there before working his way to Bosworth Field (oh my that just rang up another memory, anyway…) depriving Richard III of his horse and becoming Henry VII.
Having finished the walk, again with wet feet and dirty clothes I changed into what I had clean to drive back home in – t-shirt, shorts, flip-flops (although I drove barefoot, have no idea how anyone can drive in flip flops even tho I’ve seen it done, barefoot is nice anyhow, you really feel what the car is up to). Suffice to say I got some odd looks at service stations dressed for Summer in cold miserable weather flip-flopping my way across the forecourt. Was very tired on way back as drove staright off the back of walking, so lots of stops (at one asking for a large latte, which turned out to be approx a pint of coffee, whichhad me bouncing in the car for the next 2.5 hours (nb, bounce up and down whilst driving, side to side starts to sffect the old direction you’re heading in), finally got home at about 10:30 last night absolutely knackered.
Good time overall.
Besides that I’ve been swimming again today, have upped it to 30 lengths since my post suggesting the idea. First time after increasing it I was alost dead, rang up memories of various friends through the years and how they’ve been when comming back from the pool after 40-100 lengths – the comparison does me no favours, but got better this time.
Oh yes and on the work front all bar one of my future workmates have emailed each other to introduce themselves and it appears I am indeed the youngest there, all having done something else before (including one who served on the British Antarctic Survey! Lucky guy). The one who hasn’t replied? Wel I googled their name and there’s already someone of that name in the organization, so I reckon they’re the internal applicant who got the job, thus also older than me. Hehe, not too bothered really, but I guess it’ll be interesting.