Fish Guard


Back in April my step brother came home from Oz for a few weeks. Straight away my step mum frantically organised a family get together, out of their hometown Cardiff, and was determined that we would all be there (mainly me who is all the way up in chester). A house was booked, dates arranged and next thing I knew I was on a train down to Cardiff to meet my family sans my french man to go on our way to the seaside. Fishguard to be exact, a small seaside town with rocky countryside roads on the coast of Pembrokeshire. About a good 4/5 hours drive from Cardiff where I sat in the back of the car with my stepbrother, famously asking "are we there yet" even in our twenties and finishing my book in the time frame, something I haven't done in months.


When we arrived we showed ourselves into this beautiful blue building in the harbour. Everyone adored it but I was more entranced by the port. After living in a town centre all my life, then moving to the countryside for three years, and then moving once again to flats above a loud city centre, hearing the sea is a welcoming sound. I spent all my childhood summers in Scotland, always on the islands where I was never far from the sea. After not being near it for so many years the nostalgia hit me hard, the call of the gulls, the salty, tangy air and the calming waves. Is there anything better?



The house was beautiful and I didn't realise how much I missed these British, or in this case Welsh, seaside towns. My dad purposely got the house because it had no wifi, much to my stepbrothers , girlfriends horror but strangely welcoming to me. I took the bedroom at the back where the only thing I missed was sharing the place with my French boy. As we live in the city, in a one bedroomed flat above the noisy streets and wafts of coffee shops and clatter of restaurants which I have become accustomed to the noiseless roads of this town were almost unnerving but calmed me none the less. 




The open kitchen was my favourite, all of us clamouring in, cooking, making drinks, stealing food, being shooed out of the way by our parents gave me a sense of home which I feel like  haven't had in years.







And although in this typically British weather none of us lasted long sitting outside, where the sun was shined but the icy April winds still shook us. Hopefully in the summer this balcony will be more welcomed as the views of the harbour are beautiful and one can see every inch.















So this was our house for the next few days. We spent our mornings sleeping in and then rousing ourselves for a late breakfast, then all jumping into cars, getting lost down backroads (although my father will never say so), seeing what Fishguard had to offer in the name of beaches, quarries, treks and most importantly pubs. After all these years of telling myself I'm a city girl, deep down I know I crave the sea. 

   Have you been to Fishguard? Have you ever stayed on the coast?

   

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