On the Pembrokeshire coast is the town of Tenby (in Welsh ‘Dinbych y pysgod’), a lovely seaside spot with a quality, Australian-standard beach, the best I’ve seen in the UK. The town is completely surrounded by the walls of an old castle.
We caught a boat out to Caldey Island, where there is a monastery. The monks belong to a Cistercian order of monks that date back to the 6th century. We had lunch, and bought some goodies in the chocolate factory. Fifty people live on the island, which seems a little too few. While having lunch, I literally fell off my chair, which my wife thought was exceedingly funny. And a man came over to me and said somersaults were not allowed. Jean had an old favourite drink: dandelion and burdock. It reminded me of medicine.