Three women.

So many opportunities for seaside villages in Wales, but when you have to pick one? Tenby has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?

Cardiff to Tenby, three hours, three trains. Hope this is worth it. The steel works at Port Talbot aren’t very inspiring.

Coming into Swansea, a spider on steroids creeps towards the train lines. This day is turning weird.

But then, three older women get on the train. Their conversation was better than any radio! Try these gems… (and this is just a sample)…

‘I promised not to by any more shoes, but these were velvet with embroidery down the sides, so it’s differant.’

‘Kids leave their clothes everywhere. Got so sick of it, I threw them out the window… the clothes, not the kids.’

‘My Kerry complained about his tough childhood cos we never took him to Disneyland, nor took him to Cardiff to play American football. Skinny little runt! Took him to Mexico, we did. Ungrateful little sod.’

‘My Ted trashed the bloody garage. It’s full of his stuff, but if I want to shift furniture in the house… men don’t like change. So I do it when he’s not about. Painted the lounge when he went off to the football. Three days was just enough. You know, he’s never said a bloody word! I don’t know if he’s even noticed, or if he’s just being a pig. And I’m not going to stoop so low as to mention it.’

‘My daughters gone all hippy. Baggy flowery gear like I used to wear. Bloody dreadful. ‘

‘I told my neighbour the fence needs fixing. Told him it needs to be safe for me dog. You haven’t got a dog he said! Seventeen years and he’d not noticed I’ve got a dog.’

There’s a saying that sometimes the journey is as important as getting there. In this case three loud women certainly made it entertaining!