Give me civilised South Wales over the rugged and wild North any day, that's what I've always said.
I'm not ashamed to say I'm probably biased on this matter. I grew up in Pembrokeshire where I had my choice of world-ranking beaches (think Barafundle) and the spectacular coast path as my playground. As an adult I moved to Cardiff where I discovered a love of cycling and would happily disappear up the Brecon Beacons for the day on two wheels, spurred on by the promise of cake and frothy coffee at one of the many twee tearooms dotted around the rolling green valleys.
Once, I passed through the very well-to-do high street of Abergavenny and was so excited by the cheese shop, I bought several wedges of cheddar and a jar of chutney and took the train home. You can get more Welsh news and other story updates straight to your inbox by subscribing to our newsletters here.
