I have vivid memories of being a child in the 1950s and travelling by train, on the Sunday School trip to Tenby. The excitement we all felt (about 200 of us) was electric. Carrying cake tins filled with sandwiches and with each child carrying a bucket and spade or beach ball we would pile onto the train on Carmarthen station and begin our journey by steam train..all stuffed into the GWR carriages. The anticipation of the walk from Tenby Station to Town was almost too much to bear. We would all split up and go to to the North or South Beaches and the adults who wanted peace went to the harbour. Then we would hurtle down to the beach for the best day of the year..no matter what the weather was…bathing and building sandcastles. At the end of the day there was the long walk back uphill from the beach with a stop in the Penny Arcade on the way. We all asleep on the train on the way home and for many of us it was only visit to the seaside in the whole year .
I was on a school journey nearby, aged about 10. We went on a hike, up a huge hill next to cliffs. The path was terrifying, the cliffs were steep, the day was blue and clear but the sea was angry. I remember cresting a hill and seeing Aberystwyth laid out in front of us, looking wonderfully inviting.
I realise now we must have walked over from Clarach, and that view still takes my breath away.