Our first day in Wales was a fantastic, sunny, perfect (if brisk) day, and I rallied the six of us to a strike out on an all-day hike – one leg of the Pembrokeshire Coast Path, or about 12 (surprisingly rigorous) miles from Newport to Fishguard. I would love to go back and do a larger chunk of it (minus the days that take you past the big industrial sections); I think it would be so fun to go from town to town along the Welsh coast, which is beautiful, and finish each night in a pub.
My walking companions were unfailingly good sports, although I think we all got a little more than we bargained for. I have often earned the reputation for being a slave driver and its almost always unwarranted. But in this case there’s at least a kernel of truth to it (but I mean seriously. Look at that coastline! Look at it!)
I love love love the picture of Dom looking out over the coastline. I think that he may be perpetuating the American Anglophile stereotype of Brits on holiday.
those were some sexy socks he was rocking…