We are still in Newport. Think we need to move on to give our livers a rest. Spent yesterday on a guided tour with our campsite owner in Cwm Gwaun brewery, then onto the Dyffryn Arms, reputedly the oldest pub in Wales. Spent all afternoon with many interesting characters and my stomach muscles now ache from laughing so much (thought the paddling would have sorted these out by now). We met Charles’s Darwin’s great great grandson, an international peace prize winner, a south Walian harbourmaster and Bessie the famous landlady of the pub.
I have no idea how many units of alcohol were consumed. Today has been much more sober. Explored Newport, and gently declined an invite to be taken to Bessie’s again. Big news, the girls won this round of come dine with me. Psyching ourselves up to move on tomorrow. Will be sad to leave Pembrokeshire.