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May 18, 2015 Categories: food and travel. No Comments on St Davids and Porthgain

We drove to St Davids this morning, a few miles north from Solva. Things to see there included the cathedral, which gave me an opportunity to ask the resident Canon what makes a cathedral as opposed to any other form of ecclesiastical building1. F bought some charming Fair Trade items from the gift shop that will make lovely Christmas presents for some of her friends. They were made by a cooperative of physically disadvantaged artisans in Tenkadogo, Burkina Faso. We also bought a soapstone ornament that reminded me of a Mobiüs strip, that will sit nicely somewhere at home.

St Davids is the smallest city in Britain, if not the world. It’s essentially a village in all but name, but having a cathedral gives it the right to be called a city. After the cathedral we wandered round for a bit, then went to the Oriel-Y-Felin gallery, where my online research had shown some pieces worth looking at. I finally bought a piece of glassware by a local artist, Melanie Boorman, as a souvenir of Solva, along with a charming little ceramic sheep by Andrew Bull, that made me smile.

For lunch we drove to The Shed at Porthgain on the north Pembrokeshire coast. We had tiger prawns to start, then F had a crab sandwich whilst I went for the fish and chips. Everything was sparklingly fresh and delicious, and we washed it all down with a bottle of Alabriño2. Against all good judgement, I succumbed to the temptation of the dessert menu and the banana split, reasoning that it had to be at least part of my five a day. F helped out with the ice cream dimension, but eventually even I had to give up.

After lunch we walked along the coast path for a bit, then retraced our steps to pick up the car and return to Solva. Another lovely day.

1. As I suspect I must have known at on time, the distinction is based on the cathedra, the bishop’s seat and from which comes the expression in the Catholic church >i>ex cathedra. When the Pope speaks ex cathedra he is infallible.

2. Obviously, since F was the designated driver, it fell to me to bear the lion’s share of the burden of drinking the bottle. A dirty job, but someone had to do it.

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