Peter Hayes

Pembrokeshire, has always beguiled me.  As a child seeking out lizards and starfish, as a young adult walking the coastal path and now, growing ever more to love its sense of place. 

Pembrokeshire feels like somewhere at once remote and connected.  Its points, St David’s Head, the Deer Park, St Anne’s Head are like the ends of the earth.

And yet the planes overhead fly to America; Stonehenge came from the Preseli Hills, and landing on the shore by Saint Anne’s was the route to the throne for Henry Tudor.