As speedy as Babs?

So. Yesterday's trip to Freshwater took it's toll. Colours started to change as the evening wore on. By Tuesday morning my legs were redder than it looks here and had inflated. Others fared worse..

No surf again, so off to Pendine Sands, sight of many famous world records on bikes and cars. Lovely little Museum of Speed there, housing a Brough Superior and several other bikes.. 

The Sands..

Couldn't resist..

Start position for the world land speed record for running with inflated legs..

Obviously flying along way faster than it looks here..

Had to screech to a halt as the MoD were live firing..

Nice mooch around the town after sampling Welsh Cakes and Bara Brith in the cafe. First bit of gift shopping and postcard sending. Then off to check out flat Tenby. Left the others to drag Nan down to the beach while I went munzee and cache hunting. Had to phone them as couldn't find them, and I can't do the Pops whistle.

Lovely meal in a pub in Lamprey. They did let themselves down slightly with the quality of the sweet  menu..

The fateful day of poor packing choices

Monday. Magic Seaweed reported flatness everywhere, so just went to Freshwater West as it was the closest beach. Hauled Nan in the wheelchair onto the beach, set up camp then abandoned her while we went for a walk.

So.. what's more gross.. the Jellyfish or my feet (already got told in no uncertain terms by my tarsel averse acquaintance)..

They look quite cool close up. But feel all slimy, much more solid than you'd think.

We reckoned they were dustbin lid sized.. but the lady sat nearest us on the beach clearly had a different frame of reference set.. she thought they were the size of a sombrero..

Graffiti made to last..

We found a cave.. with a stick man lurking at the back..

And several stuck bouys..

Picnic lunch on the beach and then reading (Stormbreaker) and sleeping while keeping head in the shade of my 50p Quorn special beach shelter. Turns out I should have kept more bits in the shade, rather than putting shorts on and removing the t shirt. None of us looked at all red while we were there, and no-one responded to the suggestion to go back for suncream. Pops spent the whole rest of the week blaming Ma for what happened as she didn't pack the suncream. But then neither did me or Chalkie. I packed a coat and an extra hoodie, looked at the suncream and thought nah, won't need that.. after how chilly and windy Manorbier had been the day before. However, we all started to go a bit pink over the evening meal. Swanlake Pub in Jameston I think.. was a lovely meal and was great fun playing with the kids and their toy cars... ok, trying to steal their toy cars. And being very very brave.. and asking for the England match to be put on in a Welsh pub. Home for the second half.. with popcorn and beer and a sedate level of shouting.

Gun Tower and Geeks

Sadly not the Death Star to wake up to

Chalkie sporting a fine piece of headgear..

I wondered why Ma had stopped pushing Nan.. and then got told to stop my Short Round impression from Temple of Doom :-)

The Gun Tower on Pembroke Tower. Left the first Munzee of the holiday there.

Turn your back for a minute and a whopping great Irish Ferry appears from nowhere..

Had to have a go, but is somewhat depressing when your fat ass gets stuck :-(

Hours of fun in Lidl.. how can it still be an energy drink if it is sugar free?

Went to the Spoons equivalent pub for Sunday dinner.. timed the free wifi just right, so were happy biker geeks, although this did introduce a slight drinking problem..

One I certainly need..

Went to check out the famous surfing beach of Manorbier on Sunday afternoon.. Gill summed up my hopes for the week with the word 'millpond'..

So, this is what passes for nightlife in Wales!