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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

  

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

  

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Stackpole Court, Pembrokeshire.

Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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A Sea Stack in Middle Cove , just to the north of Stackpole Quay .

Showing a dramatic "Syncline" ( a downward fold ) , in the Strata of the Carboniferous Limestone . Formed during the "Variscan" Mountain building period - 290 million years ago.

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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One of the dreamiest places I've ever been to.

Roger Lort, d1613, and wife Abertha and 12 children : detail

Stackpole Christmas Tree and Downtown Lowell

 

Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

  

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

  

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Boasting beautiful, unspoilt beaches, miles of dramatic cliffs and stunning woodlands, what does this route not offer? The Stackpole Estate really is a must see.

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Wild flowers on the top of Stackpole, Wales.

Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

  

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Stackpole, Pembrokeshire, Wales

 

Nikon D7100

18-105mm Lens

Stackpole 3000, 288 pages, photos, ISBN 0-8117-0904-3, hardbound

 

"Last Reflections on a War stands as a fine representative sample of Fall's work as a whole; as such, it is nearly as personal as an autobiography. . . . That the collection includes an excellent outline of Vietnamese history, a discussion of the basic issues of the war, and an emotive picture of Vietnam, 1967, speaks to the depth of Fall's knowledge and the scope of his concerns."-Frances FitzGerald, from a 1968 review Bernard B. Fall was 40 years old when he was killed by a booby trap in northern South Vietnam on February 21, 1967. By the time of his death he had already authored seven books on Vietnam, most notably Street Without Joy (0-8117-1700-3), an indictment of French intrusion into Indochina and a warning to American forces just beginning their involvement. Last Reflections on a War, first published shortly after Dr. Fall's death, is a tribute to his life's work: It contains the only known autobiographical account of his life, several previously unpublished articles, notes for "Street Without Joy Revisited," and transcripts of Dr. Fall's tape recordings, including his last recorded words. Bernard Fall was born in France and fought with the French Resistance during World War II. Later, as professor of International Relations and accomplished author, he was one of the most influential academic critics of U.S. policy in Vietnam.

Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!

 

On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.

 

As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.

 

Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.

 

From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.

 

Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.

 

Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.

 

We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.

 

Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.

 

Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!

 

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Housed: Box 73

 

Preferred Citation: Stackpole Corporation Records, HCLA 1798, Eberly Family Special Collections Library, University Libraries, Pennsylvania State University.

 

Repository: Penn State Special Collections, University Park, PA, USA.

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