Post 65: 21 September 2016
The next morning I had my breakfast and then did a packed lunch to take with me on the Brunel Cycling Trail from Haverfordwest (about a 35 minute drive) to Neyland, a round ride of 19 miles.
Just as I was about to leave a New Zealand and French lady, who were camping nearby, turned up for water and use of the public facilities. The place was getting more international by the minute. They enquired as to why the Volunteer Managers did their job. They explained that they had hostelled over many years and wanted to give something back.
The New Zealand lady said ‘COOL’!!!
I nearly creased up laughing as under no circumstances could I describe my friends as COOL and neither am I!!! The water bottles were filled. Big smiles and compliments can produce results. We even offered them tea.
The cycling ride is described in my ‘The Secret Diaries of the Brompton Cycling Family’ blog and includes lunch with Brunel.
If you need a further incentive to view the cycling blog you can read in the blog about my Top Gear running versus cycling race with these three ladies. I had all the cycling gear and they had just their legs!
After the excitement of the race and getting back to Haverfordwest, I decided I had better get ‘back on course’ and so drove to St David’s, Britain’s smallest city in terms of population and size.
On the way there I saw a Crab Flag! This was to indicate that someone was selling fresh dressed crab. I could not resist and knowing my friends liked crab I slammed on the brakes and bought three.
The present cathedral was built by the Normans after being destroyed earlier by Vikings in 1087. Pope Calixtus II declared two pilgrimages to St David’s are the equivalent of one to Rome.
It is a beautiful and tranquil place place to visit. See slideshow:
I then headed to Whitesand’s Bay for a coffee
It was great to eventually get back to the lovely and relaxing views from the hostel balcony after such a busy day!
There was also a great dinner of dressed crab, beef in red wine and fresh fruit salad and the obligatory wine. Not for the Volunteer Managers of course as they were ‘on duty’.
22 September 2016
The next morning a female camper and dog came for a water refill after a bit of a windy night! Rather her than me!
It was time for me to leave the hostel and head home. I had been duly ‘stamped’.
Unfortunately, Beer in Devon seemed a bit far and in the wrong direction so I headed home via Newport and Aberystwyth.
See Aberystwyth slideslow:
They say you should never go back but, having been back once to this hostel, I will be back again………………..
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