Part two of our Pembroke road trip focuses on our stroll through the castle walls of the towns biggest fortified structure and then a very on brand debrief at the pub about how touching old stone walls gives us those warm fuzzy feelings.
Hit play and get well jelly that we got to peruse history and the local tavern and you didn’t.
P.S. one of our mics died towards the end, the battle with tech is a never ending one.
There’s plenty of saints that associated with the Wales of old and outside the big hitters you’d probably never hear of them or their divine deeds. That’s where…
Wales often has a way of making things it’s own. Sod stew, have some cawl. Hate portable musical instruments? Here’s a big fuck off harp you need three…
King Arthur’s knights were pretty hot shit but none have been hot-shittier than Peredur (Sir Percival). An adventure here, a heroic feat there, our boy Peredur knew that…
