Well, here we are in 'sunny' Tenby. Our cottage is, well, quaint, with no wifi. It's like being in the dark ages.
Tenby us a curious place. Some terrbly naice streets, and the wonderful harbor, then round the corner is a gaudy beer garden full of rough types. Had the worst meal of our lives this evening. How wrong can you get fish and chips? Very, it turns out. Especially if you cook the peas in Flash, as seemed to be the case here.
I am shattered. Over the past week I've slept in five different beds, driven hundreds if miles, and had strange glandular virus. Every time I slept in a bed not mine. I only slept for about four hours.