Quick postscript to the
Pembrokeshire holiday post: it turns out the pub
in Rosebush we parked up round the back of before our hill-climbing excursion, but failed to go in on the way back - partly through being distracted by the bizarre post office/bistro/cheese shop shenanigans we'd just witnessed, but mainly because we were really wet and miserable - is quite famous, mainly for being made out of
galvanised corrugated iron, and,
consequently, named
Tafarn Sinc. My new scrupulous picture attribution policy requires me to tell you the one on the left was half-inched
from here.
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