One-by, two-by, three-by, four-by... Tenby! The very name was a magic charm when we were little, conjuring up ice-cream parlours (coke floats!), buckets and spades, Clarice's toyshop, the Frog Streets, fish and chips, endless shops selling a million little creatures made out of shells and goggly eyes, warm sunshine, feelings of total happiness and contentment. We. Loved. It. And we did again very, very much. It is such a charming seaside town, and the colours when the sun shines are like nothing but perhaps Miami's South Beach. But Miami doesn't have a patch on the feeling of solid contentment and happy nourishment that Tenby releases when you're sitting on the harbour front with a mug of tea and a kit kat. Perhaps it's the medieval town walls and the old churches (still active) that are shuffled in between the ice-cream colours and boat rides. A truly lovely place for holiday time.
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