These deserve their own entry. Maybe I'll send some round to the States at Christmas or something so you can try them. I'd seen them around and not paid much attention. Modest little bread rounds with raisins in them, looked kind of dry. But we picked some up on our first stop in Tenby and had them with us for the eight and a half mile hike to Manorbier. We had completed the long walk across the beach, where I'd laboriously bent over to pick up a few shells before deciding it wasn't worth it with such a big pack on. We had walked along amazing bluffs with whirling birds and views of islands and ocean and cliffs. We had stopped in a strange "town" for some water and toilets, getting our first view of a "Holiday resort" full of resort-sold caravans lined up row after row on the land above the beach. (This is a fairly common way to go on summer holiday here in Wales--we saw several of them along the coast--little trailer parks of summertime fun.) And we were tired. So we stopped, sitting on dried sheep pellets because we were too tired to care and, really, where else were we going to sit? And we ate ... welsh cakes!!! These things are delicious, let me tell you. Not much to describe really, just mildly sweet little cakes with raisins in them. But oooooh, I can't begin to tell you how pleased we were. And you can get them anywhere here. All over the place, little packets of welsh cakes. Here's a picture Jason took from where we were sitting and eating welsh cakes. As if the view mattered.
