Monday, May 28, 2012


Day Fifteen – Sunday, 27 May 2012

Brecon – St Davids
Accommodation - The City Inn

Temperature – 24

Weather – sunny

It was another sunny day as we set off for St Davids (yes, there is no apostrophe!).  This will be our last stopover before we head to Ireland on Monday.  As it was Sunday morning in Brecon the bells of St Mary’s rang for quite a long time.

We were in no rush and a friend had given us some information on Amroth and Narberth which she’d read about in a magazine.  As they were only a little out of the way it gave us the opportunity to stay away from the busy roads and explore the littler places of Wales.  We passed many farms and pulled over and bought some punnets of strawberries and cherries which the woman said had only been picked that day.  They were juicy and delicious and I had to make sure I had my fair share of them with David around!

Amroth is a seaside town which I think the Welsh know more about than tourists.  It has the added advantage over Swansea, The Mumbles and others in that it is quiet and the roads in and out are narrow.  There are quite a few caravan sites and some accommodation but the village is small.  The beach has largish pebbles and I was amused to see a beach competition:  pebble building! 

Further west were two larger seaside villages which were quite busy with roadside cafes and B&Bs along the waterfront.  I think David and I are the only ones who wear hats….we’ve seen many people very sunburnt over the past few days and unbelievably they continue to sit in the sun with lots of skin exposed long after they have been burnt.  Ouch!

Further north we visited Narberth which is just shy of the A40.  It is a very tidy little town – busy enough on weekdays to have parking outside the centre and the usual one way streets around the centre.  As it was lunchtime and there weren’t too many shops opened on a Sunday we managed to buy some rolls, takeaway coffee and a newspaper and sat in a lush green park and relaxed. 
Narberth and the memorial for fallen soldiers.  I cannot think of one town or village that does not have a beautifully tendered area to honour the town's losses.
You're kidding me!  They can't spell leek!  According to legend St David ordered his soldiers to wear a leek to identify themselves in an ancient battle against the Saxons.
St Davids is a beautiful little village known as the littlest city and Wales’ holiest site with the wonderful St David’s Cathedral.  It has been a place of pilgrimage for 1500 years and was particularly encouraged by Pope Calixtus II in 1294 when he declared that two pilgrimages to St David’s was equivalent to one pilgrimage to Rome.  The area is also known for its hiking and boat tours to Ramsey Island where you can see seals, porpoises (perhaps) and numerous sea birds.
Magnificent St David's Cathedral with the Bishop's House in the background.
The cathedral is particularly beautiful and is backed by the remains of the Bishop’s House.  Upon entering the nave we were to discover the choir was practising for Evensong so we were a bit spoilt.  The shrine of St David was built in 1275 and restored this year.  It sits next to the high altar.

We then wandered the streets and finally chose a pub to enjoy dinner, wine and a lager.  As it was still light when we had finished we took the opportunity to make the most of the day and visited St Non’s Bay where it is traditionally accepted where St David was born.  It is a rugged coastline topped with rich green fields and grazing cows.  The purported home of St Non stands derelict in a beautiful field.  St Non’s Well is a spring which is said to have been formed at the moment of St David’s birth and is said to have curative powers.
St Non's house and the Pembrokeshire coastline.

The Holy Spring of St Non
We walked the cliff top path and then onto the Chapel of Our Lady and St Non which was built in 1935 out of the stones of old religious buildings.  It is said to be built in the style and size of churches in St Non’s time.  As we sat outside on a bench we took in the wonderful scenery of Pembrokeshire.  It’s a special part of the world and really deserved so much more of our time.
The beautiful coatline just behind St Non's.  The sign said:  "cliffs kill" ......
We detoured to St Justinian’s which is the little harbour for boats including the life boats to assist boats in distress. 

The way back was more direct and we were back in St Davids in no time ready to sit back and watch the BAFTAs….however David has found the hotel has SkySport and I’m now watching Soccer Aid and seen Gordon Ramsay being lifted off and injured!  The BAFTAs seem so much safer some how!




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