The hills are alive at St Teresa's Convent

When searching for accommodation at Tenby - it was pretty slim pickings - everything was booked out - except for St Teresa's Old Convent, which is now a guest house. You would think that would be a bit of a worry, but it turned out to be an absolute gem. Being convent girls ourselves (Well, Jode and I have had dealings with the nuns in our time) we thought it would be nostalgic and cute to stay in real convent rooms..... and we weren't disappointed. It was run by a lovely Welsh couple, Geoff and Linda who also ran tea rooms out of the basement - Linda made all the cakes herself - OMG!!! The cakes were out of this world!

The town of Tenby itself was a gorgeous little quaint village with pastel coloured houses and nice little shops and pubs and icecream parlours - a real seaside village.

High Tide

Low Tide

Also, the beach was amazing.... as we sat and watched the people on the beach we were surprised at how many people were swimming as it was warm, but not hot enough for swimming (in our opinions). But the water was beautiful and crystal clear and the beach was so clean. We could have been in Broome if we didn't know any better! Another thing that surprised us was the tides.....we now know where the water goes at low tide in Broome - Tenby! We spent hours just sitting and watching the tides go in and out - you would have thought we had never seen tides before!

I've heard of the $2 shop and 1 pound shop..... but I've never heard of the 1 pound 20 shop - so how famous is it really?

Tenby is also where we have experienced the worst meal of our lives........ I want you to imagine a crab sandwich - their specialty.... but now I want you to imagine taking the crab and popping the whole thing, shell, guts, brown gooey stuff and white meat into a blender - then I want you to think of stale, thick bread and then imagine slapping that mixture onto the bread and serving it to paying customers with a side of what we guessed might have been coleslaw. It was soooooo disgusting that I couldn't even bring myself to take a photo of it. It going to Tenby - you have been warned!

All the benches in the village are dedicated to someone - this was the best one!

The village was full of large, white (sun burnt), holiday makers who insisted on wearing clothes that were 1-2 sizes too small for them. Now, we realise that we are not a family of oil paintings, but we did feel decidedly better about ourselves as we sat and watched the parade pass by.

This was our viewing bench for both people and tides.

We were walking up the beach and I noticed a lady with an odd tattoo on the back of her shoulder. As we got closer to her I realised that it wasn't a tattoo at all........... some people say it's lucky - I say it's lucky when it doesn't happen to you!