One of my sons-in-law ranfrom Poppit Sands down to Amrothtwenty five years ago. It took him three days, instead of the usual two weeks walking trek.Ihave the 'Western Telegrah' picture of him andEmma and Kate before he set off. The girls had arranged tomeet him at various places on the way with food and drink.

On thefirst day he burnt his legs badly andsprayed embrocation on them, thinking his muscles were cramping.

Whenhe returned, theevening of the second day, hehad stepped on a grass snake, not seeing it under some leaves.

On the third night hewas weak and wobbly but had completed the run. They lived in Tunbridge Wells at the time and this was the highlight of the summer for him.

Years later, a columnist in the 'Sunday Times' wrote that he was attempting the Path. He'd heard the previous evening, in his guest house in St David's, of the chap (my son-in-law) who had run the Path in three days.

To celebrate his fortieth birthday a few years ago,my son-in law trekked from Lukla to Everest Base Camp.We heardquite a bit about thelentil stew withfried onion on top, plus lemon tea for afters.

Helosta stone in weight. Friends said it looked like a good diet- (ha ha ha). Maudie took the prayer wheels to school for 'comparative religions' studies.

Today's 'Western Mail' says that the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path attracts walkers from around the world and has been named one of the greatest hiking trails in the world. It compares with Peru's Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, Mount Kilimanjaro and others, including the trail to Santiago de Compostella. (I'm keen on that one, but I'm not telling my son-in-law before I warn my daughter, otherwise we'll all be on it.)

I worked for the Pembrokeshire National Park at one time. I saw puffins, seals, urchin shells washed up on the beach, rock pools, seagulls galore, had chips in Tenby (smallest order: beans and chips), saw the mist rising over Strumble Head, got caught in traffic in Saundersfoot, was the only one on the beach in Newport, where I had fish fingers and chips in a little cafe near the beach and a pickled onion, too. (Food somehow anchors my brain). No wonder Pembrokeshire has been calledthe new 'hotspot'.

Come whenever the fancy takes you. Come in autumn and you can see golden beech leaves in the Gwaun Valley and there'll be more room on the roads, too, but you should come if you want a treat.