The Gift of St. David
'A tour of the Pembrokeshire Coast.
I would like to thank the Welsh for their courtesy when it comes to the invasion of us English visitors during the spring, summer and autumn when we donate a great deal of our hard earned money to the up keeping of their most wonderful and spectacular settings as we spend, spend and spend until our wallets are empty. And on behalf of the Welsh, I would like to thank the English for pissing off at the end of the open season and leaving us to at least have a few months during the winter without you limey bastards traipsing all over their sacred pastures.
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A tour of the Pembrokeshire Coast
I believe wholeheartedly that Britain possesses the most splendid of rural pastures that are matched in alluring equality by very few other lands abroad. Granted that I have never been to a land afar, that is unless you count Dublin has a land afar. So how can I compare the UK with somewhere that I have only perceived in pictures and on the television? Well I can’t. But of all the non-natives of Britain that I have spoken to have told me exactly what I wanted to hear, and that is that Britain is the most scenic country that they have ever visited. The likely reason for this is that their image of Britain drifts into our notorious history regarding our rulings of the waves and the ground battles that every county of these isles have encountered at some point in our proud history.
In fact pound for pound, Britain has more natural open countryside than any other nation in the world. If you could eliminate all urban towns and cities from an atlas of Great Britain, you would hardly know the difference at all.
One may think to challenge this fact by retorting, “What about the Rain Forests of Brazil and so on?"
Well they are just lands full of trees, and that’s it. The Sahara Desert is just a desert. Greenland is just a cold sheet of ice. The Outback of Australia is also a desert. Even Africa and Asia do not come anywhere close to the amount of pastoral land that Britain has; as size comparison goes. The closest challenger is in fact New Zealand, but it is mostly mountainous and full of sheep.
Only 0.6 of the whole of Scotland is urban, 0.3 in Wales, and England itself is at an almighty one percent urban. This leaves an incredible 99 percent of utterly untouched prairieland in the United Kingdom.
Earlier on this year whilst I was meandering about the North Cornish Coast one late afternoon, I rested my weary bones upon a rock that stood precariously proud upon Rumps Head at Polzeath, allowing a quite magnificent vista to hypnotize not only me, but also a young Chinese couple who were sedentary on an adjacent stone. The Atlantic Ocean was as calm as a still picture, and the breeze was at an almost eerie standstill.
The extremely beautiful Oriental girl who boasted the most gorgeous smile, quoted to me, “Izzenit vewy bootifwal?"
My Mandarin is at best rusty; in fact it is utterly corroded. But with a metaphorical decipher, I gathered that she said something like “Isn’t it very beautiful?"
Her spouse just smiled as myself and his apparent other half exchanged comments about the beauty of my fatherland. I gathered that his English was at a comparison with my Chinese, and this seemed the most likely outlook when she translated our discussion for his benefit.
It was then that I asked her, "Have you ever been to a city in this country?"
It was clear that she had not yet visited the likes of Bradford, Leeds or Derby whilst she had been here in our fair land, but her appreciation of Cornwall was a pleasantry to my listening ears.
Pam and I have never visited Wales at anytime together, so when I heard that Manorbier near Tenby, which lies off the Pembrokeshire ...