Here’s what the Lonely Planet – Great Britain chapter on Pembrokeshire has to say about Tenby:
“The rugged Pembrokeshire coast is what you would imagine the world would look like if God was a geology teacher. There are knobbly hills of volcanic rock, long thin inlets scoured by glacial meltwater, and stratified limestone pushed up vertically and eroded into natural arches, blowholes and sea stacks. Stretches of towering red and grey cliff give way to perfect sandy beaches, only to resume around the headland painted black.
It’s a landscape of Norman castles, Iron Age hill forts, holy wells and Celtic saints – including the nation’s patron, St David. Predating even the ancient Celts are the remnants of an older people, who left behind them dolmens and stone circles – the same people who may have transported their sacred bluestones all the way from the Preseli Hills to form the giant edifice at Stonehenge.”
“Perched on a headland with sandy beaches either side; Tenby is postcard-maker’s dream. Houses are painted from the pastel palette of a classic fishing village, interspersed with the white elegance of Georgian mansions. The main part of town is still constrained by its Norman-built walls, funnelling holidaymakers through medieval streets lined with pubs, ice-creameries and gift shops.
Without the tackiness of the promenade-and-pier beach towns, in the off-season it tastefully returns to being a sleepy little place. In the summer months it has a boisterous, boozy, holiday-resort feel.
Tenby flourished in the 15th century as a centre for the textile trade, exporting cloth in exchange for salt and wine. Clothmaking declined in the 18th century, but the town soon reinvented itself as a fashionable watering place, assisted by the coming of the railway in the 19th century.”
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