I EXPECTED to see massive oil tankers and towering pipeline terminals and refineries from my bedroom window, but instead there were hundreds of sailing and motor boats bobbing gently in waters protected by the massive stone walls of a harbour.
A long walk of interesting cafés, restaurants and little shops ran along the top of one of the huge walls. It could have been a marina in one of those exclusive and fashionable villages on the Normandy or Brittany coasts, except this was better.
Milford Haven and the wild Pembrokeshire coast of West Wales were a revelation. When Milford Haven is mentioned, I – and I guess many others – think of it just as one of the UK’s main terminals for oil and gas tankers and are ignorant of its history and the charm of the town.
It didn’t take long to find out that Milford is a bit of a hidden
