City Life Chaos. The coast was calling. I had to go!
Or in other words… I ran away. No too far. I headed West from Cardiff to beautiful Pembrokeshire. To stay in a friends beach house, more a mini hotel, a rather grand 7 bedroom Victorian abode nestled into a hill overlooking the dramatic Welsh coastline.
This is my happy place. Just take a look at these images…
I could literally move here. Leave the city for good. Make the beach house my forever home. I’d actually turn it into a ‘pop up’ B&B and host my writing retreats on alternative weekends. It’s remote. Home to one pub - a rather cool and hip bar at that, with sunset views to die for, move over Cafe De Mar. The hamlet I’ve runaway to is called Tresaith, which has a super friendly community, half of them are locals and the other 50% are a mix of digital nomads, newly retired couples and the odd city slicker, all in search of a slower pace to life.
I can’t fault anyone who leaves the maddening crowds to live by the sea. When I’…