"How full it is of intense delights! Is the tourist a lover of nature? Let him search into any one of those hedges, and what a bouquet of wild flowers he may collect! He listens to the songs of birds that issue from every bush and tree, while the gayest of gay butterflies roam all about. A delicious air comes from distant hills, mingling with sea-breezes. Health is here: strong winds upon heights for the robust; mild zephyrs in sheltered dells for those who are delicate; the spirits are raised; the mind and the soul expand. It becomes an instinct, as it were, to laud and thank the Creator. And what a view! Look landward across that lovely valley, dotted with farmhouses, villages here and there, marked by church towers above surrounding trees - the well cultivated land, green with the promise of spring, or brown with its fulfilment in autumn -rich meadows or fertile fields. Look beyond all these, and see the mountains, among the highest in South Wales, productive almost to their summits. Or turn your gaze seaward - what a line of coast! - ironbound! - huge cliffs against which the Atlantic dashes; graceful creeks, where there is scarce a ripple; white sails that seem aerial specks; islands, large and little, where men inhabit or sheep feed; rocks, peopled literally by millions of sea-birds; while dimly, and afar off, is seen the English coast - mild and beautiful Devonshire."
From 'Tenby - its histories, antiquities, scenery, traditions and customs' S.C. Hall 1860.