Pembrokeshire is one of those places that evoke a sense of nostalgia in people. Many British people have holidayed here at some point in their lives – whether they have memories of rain-soaked family outings, munching on fish and chips by the harbour, or thrilling wildlife encounters.
When I tell people I’m going to Pembrokeshire I’m often met with beaming smiles as the spark of a memory lights up their face and they delight in telling me “Oh I love Pembrokeshire, we had a lovely holiday in Tenby”.
For all its picture-postcard charm, Tenby is popular, and I understand why, but I prefer the quieter, less obvious allure of northern Pembrokeshire, a place that appears largely untouched by time,
