Wednesday, July 19, 2006


We're packing now because on Friday we are going to Tenby in South Wales for a week.

We have been doing this annually since I was a child: I had my ninth birthday there. And my tenth. And my eleventh. And my - - you get the picture.

It's not that we don't go anywhere else: we do: but going to Park Hotel is like coming home. It has been owned by the Howells family since well before my ninth birthday. Bill Howells, an ex-teacher, built the hotel in the early nineteen-sixties by buying some Victorian houses on North Cliff, hiring some builders and working alongside them to get the place converted into a hotel. In a stroke of genius, he and his wife Edna built an open-air swimming-pool next to the hotel. That was the attraction that made us go there in the first place.

The hotel has a pool at the top of the cliff and a glorious beach at the bottom, with safe swimming and few currents. There are beautiful walks along the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path. Those are the things I like best: but there are many other things too and I'll be telling you a bit about them, once I've packed lots and lots of swimsuits and towels in the Big Red Bag that Connie gave me for my birthday.

Here is a sunset over the sea at the far end of South Beach from last year: some seals are smiling for the camera, little knowing it was too dark and they were too far away.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

So do you have an RSS feed? I'd like to create an LJ syndicated journal for this blog.

10:08 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

An interesting question...

This is all new stuff for me, but it looks like it can be done. I'll take a look when we get back from holiday.

8:47 pm  

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