Help Me Rhonda

(Title chosen for no better reason than that I couldn't stop singing it when we saw signposts to Rhondda.)
We have come down to Pembrokeshire in another effort to see and photograph the ever elusive puffins. 
It took us about six hours to get here after monumental levels of faffing, championship level faffing in fact.
We left home at about 10 am for a three hour journey. We had to do a ten mile detour to get LooseCanon's spare battery which he dropped in someone's car about two weeks ago.
When we were about at Evesham, a few miles from home, he remembered something else and we had to turn back home to get it. By then it was coffee time so we had a coffee at home to 'save stopping again'.
We finally set off. After about five miles we had a cry for help from our son who needed us to go back to his house and look something up for him to do with his car tax. Urgently. We have a key for his house, but unfortunately it was at our house so back there we trundled again, over to his place in Stratford, did the necessary and set off for the third time? Was it? I lost count.
Not long after that it was nearly lunch time and we were beginning to feel a bit peckish, so we stopped for lunch at Gloucester services which was very nice but is only about half an hour from home normally. 
 I felt as though I had been driving for three hours by then so LooseCanon took over.  After a while he needed a cup of tea so we stopped again. 
We finally arrived at Milford Haven at about 6.30, it was a long way round I think but that's the way Mini Sat Nav sent us. I think she's got about as much sense of direction as I have.
Anyway, the photo is of Milford Haven marina which on a July evening  I would have thought would be bustling but it's pretty deserted.
I SO need a beer now.