The Beeches B&B has a yet another splendid breakfast and Ann makes us very welcome. A little wander around the town convinces us that we should stay another night (I have reservations but these will be resolved by minimizing beer input).
Pembroke Castle is something of a surprise, it's huge and a complete warren, you could easily lose your children here. It's a reconstructed ruin but none the worse for that despite the Rough Guide being a bit disparaging about it. We spent all morning wandering about with a surprisingly good lunch at the Unity Christian cafe opposite the entrance.
Our second visit was to Tenby, a busy little seaside town, filled with the usual tourist tat shops, fish and chips, bustling pubs and no vacancy B&B's. This is departure point for Caldy Island, a fifteen minute journey offshore and a delightful haven where various religious orders have long had a presence.
There is a chocolate factory (the Abbots Kitchen) which is quiet at the end of the day and we are able to have a long chat with Frances Miller. an island resident of 25 years who is the chocolate maker. Quite fascinating and their fudge is really good, we haven't broken into the chocolate yet but we have high expectations.
The other possible choices for dinner are problematic. The food at the one on the riverside was dammed with faint praise (lots of it and hot) by our fellow guests at the Beeches, the Williams's. The Coach House was set up for a birthday party, they said it was full luckily, and the rest are a rough and tumble, rag bag of poker machines, large screen sports TV's and roughs smoking at the door.
Back to the Old Kings Arms and Mr Frazzled has been replaced by a couple of old duffers who, despite taking forever, manage to get us the restaurant meal menu and a decent bottle of Aussie red. It's quite hilarious and the liver and bacon and plaice are delicious (lamb shanks were off).