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Travel Blog: Pembroke – Isablog

Travel Blog: Pembroke

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, I love taking Isabelle away.

It was one of the things that kick started my recovery from postnatal depression, and it’s something that we’ve tried to do on a semi-regular basis. Even if it is only for two nights like this was. But going away together as a family is a great way to get away from all the distractions and focus on the three of us.

I’ve never really been that fond on planning, and all we had booked for this trip was the hotel. And, as usual, I’m glad that that’s how we did it. Before we were even an hour away from the hotel I had already opted to take a diversion due to the fact I’d seen a sign simply saying “waterfall”. It’s always been on my bucket list to swim in the drop pool of a waterfall, so I saw this as my opportunity to get it ticked off. Unfortunately, it wasn’t exactly prime for swimming. There was barely a pool to speak of, and the water was landing on a lot of rather dangerous looking rocks. So I gave it a miss. But, despite the lack of bucket-list-ticking, we still had a great time having a short nature walk and some scenic sights. And yes, as usual, Isabelle preferred to look at her new surroundings rather than the camera. Not a bad trait to have.

To me, this is how travelling should be done. Yes, you need a little bit of planning, but having room to roam at will is an incredibly fun, albeit risky, strategy to go about it. It’s also a great way to travel when you’re with a 5 month old. Let’s face it, they hardly keep to your plans as it is, so being strict with it is only going to create more stress. At least this was a better alternative to stopping in the services to change and feed Isabelle, and after a while we were at the hotel. And, as is now the standard with Isabelle, she started beaming as soon as we put her on the bed. It’s always at this moment that we realise why we’re doing this.

Whilst we were at the hotel, my wife, Rachel, I might have mentioned her before, decided that for the following day we’d give Folly Farm a go. I didn’t really fancy it as I was under the impression it was just a load of sheep and goats that you could stroke, but, as it turns out, there’s actually a lot more to it than that.

There’s a chance that Isabelle might have been slightly too young for it, like she is for most things really, but we still managed a solid four hours with her engaged and interested the entire time. Suffice to say, I’ll probably end up reviewing this, rather than ramble here for another 500 words. I talk enough bollocks as it is, so I’ll leave that for another time.

Folly Farm with a baby

After this, we randomly took a detour to Saundersfoot to find a beach to take a stroll across. Again, another great choice. And somehow, despite the stimulation from Folly Farm, Isabelle managed to stay awake and attempt to steal my ice cream. Bad Isabelle. You’re not quite ready for weaning.


Finally, the next morning, on our way home, we popped in Pembroke Castle. Apparently it’s one of the main things in the area to visit, so we thought we’d may as well have a look around. There wasn’t really much to see there, and maybe it’s just because we’ve seen so many castles (we live pretty close to a few), but we weren’t that bothered. Still, we got our magnet to go along with all the others, so that’s all that counts.

For those who are interested (yes, I know, no one is, you don’t have to remind me) we buy a magnet whenever we go somewhere (like a new city, country or something. Not if we nip out to Asda) and have them all in the kitchen. It’s all part of my bucket list to get 100 magnets. Basically a nice little way to ensure we keep going away to see the world together.

Us with our baby at Pembroke Castle

And that’s about it. That’s my school report on my holidays to Pembroke.

I do try to make these things more applicable to readers than just some random guy talking about what he did over the weekend. Let’s be honest, no one really cares. I get that. So all I’m really here to say is to avoid over-planning your trips. Get a rough idea of where you’re staying and what’s about, but leave some wiggle room to randomly divert and do something different.

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I’m a 27 year old married father of one – soon to be two! I started blogging after suffering with postnatal depression when Isabelle was born. These days I just talk about my life as a dad.

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