Getting Here

We’re in Tenby, at the start of our two-month-plus European adventure. How did we get here? Easy peasy. Taxi to Wellington Airport. Flight to Auckland. Flight to Singapore. Flight to London Heathrow. Collected by Nicola’s sister. Overnight in Marlow. Lift to Maidenhead station. Train to Reading. Train to Swansea. Train to Tenby. Oh, wait, not that last one.

When we arrived in Swansea we were informed there would be a rail replacement service from Carmarthen to all points further. This is an occupational hazard when travelling by train. The only trouble was when we arrived at Carmarthen, one mini-coach had been laid on for the nearer stations, and there was supposed to be another for the further stations, including Tenby. We waited. We waited some more. After a while, we consulted with station staff, and after much toing and froing it transpired that the second coach had been cancelled by the coach company, without actually informing anyone. They told us it would take another hour before they could arrange another coach, and we were better off waiting for the next Tenby train, which would actually be running. It appears trains run once about every three hours to Tenby – it’s not what you’d call a frequent service. So we waited some more, and eventually, after almost three hours, we were able to continue our journey, and arrive at Tenby. A taxi took us the final yards to our destination, Waterwynch.

This is why I hate travelling by train.

Anyway, we’re here now, and settled in, and have met all the other guests (most of whom I’ve met already, and Nicola has known for decades). The place is a former hotel, so all the rooms are ensuite and there is ample kitchen space and equipment, a bar, a full-size snooker table, and many other wonders and accoutrements including a private beach. Here’s the view: 

Not bad at all. Next, we will explore the town of Tenby…until next time.