Newport to Newport

Cock a doodle do

We do actually live with two cockerals so their cry is not totally unfamiliar, but at six thirty Saturday morning it was enough to help us rise our weary heads. A good thing to because we were on the 7:28 train heading west. Through Newport and Cardiff we travelled as we headed towards Swansea (the furthest west we have been). But we didn't stop there, past Llanelli and the beautiful Carmarthen Bay as we headed for Clarbeston Road in North Pembrokeshire. As we disembarked on the platform in the middle of nowhere we were greeted by a smiling Judith and a flat tyre. Luckily Clarbeston Road is not a hot bed of action and a couple of local teenagers had the tire pretty much sorted by the time we arrived.

Geoff and Judith are some of my parents oldest friends with their friendship dating back 40 years to when Dave was just 17 and had a full head of hair (Geoff pulled out photos to prove this).

After surveying the local area and hand feeding Judith's horse we sat down for a lovely lunch before heading to the nearby beach situated at a local town called... Newport.

The town was just like a scene from Doc Martin, very friendly with a salt in the air. While on the beach Maddy and I paddled in the Irish Sea, just because when else will we do that.

As the afternoon progressed we saw the sights of North Pembrokeshire with Christian Church stones from 700AD ( Geoff please comment on this if I've confused my dates) to Pentre Ifan which is a burial site similar to Stonehenge but on a smaller scale. Anyway this dates back to 3500BC! While we were there a beautiful chestnut fox came a visiting and showed no apprehension about approaching us much to everyones delight. This really was a Fantastic Mr Fox.

Sadly after a couple of tea and an ice cream it was back to Claberston Road for the three hour trek home.

From one Newport to the other this was quite a day, but one we wouldn't have missed for anything.