I found myself bundled in the car with my foggy suitcase… a few hours later having crossed a big bridge where I barked at the man in the toll booth – and we were there! Trefane Lodge was to be our home for a week.
I wasn’t allowed upstairs or on the furniture but that was ok… I had my bed.
The late September sun shone and we had lots of coastal path walks and games on the beach. Newgale was my favourite – miles of golden sand and one day we had it all to ourselves!
I was born in Wales so this was returning to my roots. The Welsh live Jack Russells. We had such a wonderful week exploring.