I'm ready for Brexit! I won't feel the loss if I never go back to Britland: my commitment is to Project Europe. Nevertheless most of my blood-relatives live across the water, and I/we go there two or three times a year usually by ferry - because we are so righteous about the carbon footprint of air travel <not!>. With time to spare two years ago, I parked [free for the first 20 minutes] in Tenby - a rather civilised seaside resort about 20 minutes from the ferry port. The main attraction of seaside resorts - even the upmarket variety - is the tourist tat shops selling t-shirts and silly hats; fish and chips; seaside rock and toffee; plastic buckets and spades. I bought some welshcakes, some fudge and a couple of mugs with Welsh dragons - partly because Pat the Salt was born in Cardiff 94 years ago this month.
through Wales in the [long, bank-holiday] weekend. There was only one qualified pilot, but we had both a navigator and a radio-operator on board. Actually we didn't switch on the wireless at all, so we had two GPS competent navigators - who had the grace to operate in turn rather than offering conflicting alternatives. On the way home, the active-duty navigator started making, increasingly loud, noises about The Pembokeshire Pasty & Pie Company [L above] which has been operating in Tenby these last ten years.
Accordingly, we peeled off the main road and rumbled into Tenby - tums a-rumbling anyway because of all the hot meat pie talk from the back-seat. We parked close to the centre of town and wandered around buying toffee and welshcakes for the folks back home and suddenly there we were right in front of the PP&P Co. I strode in with
"We've come a long way, so these had better be good"
"Just how far have you come?"
"From the A477" which, at 8km, sounds a little less dramatic.
We ordered a couple of mutton and potato traditional welsh pasties and one vegetarian equivalent and went down to a bench near the beach and started our scoff. These things are clearly hand-made: Megacorp QC wouldn't allow for such failures in the pastry envelope or slightly burned bits of leaked filling. But it was all the better for that touch of authentico. I think the lads who started the company had dreams of creating a chain across Wales and across the World but as far as I can see that never happened. Which is fine. Make the foodies get out and find the good stuff.
Talking of Foodies and the Good Stuff, I'll tell you about a new food and photo blog called Nisa's Kitchen mmmmmm Good.