AS THE frisbee arced above the golden beach beneath a cloudless sky, I breathed in the salty air. This was paradise.
A picture of these unspoilt sands — backed by dunes sprouting grassy tufts swaying in the breeze — could fool anyone into thinking I was on my own private island.
I was, however, in Wales — on the Pembrokeshire coast, at Whitesands Beach near St Davids — voted one of the world’s 20 best beaches.
It was just a 25-minute stroll from our base, the incredible Penrhiw…