The Big Scary Yellow Thing was out for a few hours when we got there, and I had a hard time not jumping in the water. Vitamin O, being sadly lacking in the atmosphere around here.
The Victorian hotels up on the bluff. (I know; I thought the sky was a funny colour too. Happily, the Yellow Thing went away later and the next day, the sky was back to it's normal colour and we could put our proper cardies and woolies back on.)
All along the beach there are these wonderful sea caves. I failed to get pics. Sorry.
My nice young friend Julie. Her last weekend before starting at Manchester University.
Albert, the beloved prince. Tenby, after centuries of war, fishing and trade with France and Spain, finally found its true vocation as a seaside resort for Victorian English people. Seaside holidays are a proper English institution.
No seaside holiday resort would be complete without a carriage ride. Here's the horse having his morning shower before going off to work. It was about 9 am.
A typical street in the medieval part of Tenby, that within the walls, that is. At the end, you can see the grey stone building. That's the Tudor Merchant's house that is reputed to be haunted. On the right is the Caldey Island shop where you can buy lots of really good Catholic stuff as well as some of the excellent chocolate made by the monks.
Tenby harbour, looking towards the castle. Count three from the left, big brown building, skinny white building, then the blue one, then the road that leads up to the castle. Next to that is the arch leading down to castle beach. Looking down is the fisherman's church where Evensong is still offered on Sundays. The place really is tiny. I was supposed to meet Julie "in fifteen minutes" at the five arches outside the walls, from a book shop in front of the Tudor house. I hurried. Silly me.
Looking back up to where I was standing to take the last one.
Julie, who doesn't mind being pushed around. I'd strongly recommend anyone who goes on holiday take a wheelchair. When your friend doesn't need it to walk around, you can put all the bags and picnic baskets, and beach things, and umbrellas on it. When she does need it, you can put all that stuff on her lap.
In addition, when you've got a wheelchair with you, people whom you've never met before, become extremely nice and helpful. Also, when faced with a steep downward incline, it's fun to jump on the back and ride down.
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