Tenby in the Winter
Since I was eight, and first came to Tenby in the summer, I have wanted to visit Tenby in the winter, just to see what it's like.
It's glorious. After a long drive down from Barrow-in-Furness, where we collected the stunningly beautiful wedding cake (photos in a later post!) we finally arrived here this afternoon.
It feels very strange, and extremely naughty, to be in this hotel, which I have visited about forty-two times in the summer, in the middle of winter.
Though the weather's been wonderful so far, and I hope this will continue until after Emily and Gareth's wedding on Saturday.
It's great to see our lovely friends and relatives arriving and saying "Oh, what a friendly hotel!"
There are a few people who can't be here, and I wish they could be: some will read this, some won't.
Just a quick post today - I will write more tomorrow.
It's glorious. After a long drive down from Barrow-in-Furness, where we collected the stunningly beautiful wedding cake (photos in a later post!) we finally arrived here this afternoon.
It feels very strange, and extremely naughty, to be in this hotel, which I have visited about forty-two times in the summer, in the middle of winter.
Though the weather's been wonderful so far, and I hope this will continue until after Emily and Gareth's wedding on Saturday.
It's great to see our lovely friends and relatives arriving and saying "Oh, what a friendly hotel!"
There are a few people who can't be here, and I wish they could be: some will read this, some won't.
Just a quick post today - I will write more tomorrow.
posted by Daphne at 11:50 pm
1 Comments:
Barrow to Tenby. Has a wedding cake ever travelled further, said he sounding like Esther on That's Life.
Over to you Cyril.
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