Day Seven - With Apologies to Actresses (Actors nowadays), Too

I left Saundersfoot, near Tenby in good time, so got some distance in while
the rest of the world groaned and regretted that last drink, or bottle. A
few much betterer folk slipped off to chapel, probably feeling less guilty
than the rest. The weather was fine and sunny, but I kept running into belts
of sea mist, which were pretty damn cold as it goes. Then you'd pop out
into a warm zone several degrees warmer. Weird.

I zipped through Milford Haven, fine if you like oil tank farms and monster tugs, then on to the city of St David's, fine cathedral if you like that kind of thing. Then
Fishguard, ferry port and gateway to the land of Guiness and craic. Stopped
for lunch and dash off an article for TBM at a beautiful inlet whose name entirely escapes me. Boy it was a suntrap though, do a road trip like this,
you gotta SUFFER, boy. Got my blokey machinery fix via a Chieftan Mk 11 and
a Leopard 2, plus a cute Chevy pickup truck, which you can see in the
gallery, if Technoslave has done his job. [I'll post the photos when I get the photos. -Ed.]

Finally ended on a high, found a sparkling campsite with really kind, generous, owners (ex bikers, naturally) near Aberarth, about halfway up the West side, or a bit less. Took all day to knock out 160 miles, total now approaching 1000. It's a mucky old job but someone's got to do it, as the actress said to the bishop. Sincere apologies to any bishops reading this, 'cos it's unfair to bash 'em...