The first time I came to Broad Haven Bay was as a deckhand on a trawler out of Killybegs in 1972. We were fishing off the Stags and the weather turned very bad. The skipper thankfully made the decision to put into Broad Haven. As the last man to join the crew, I was the cook and had to keep the guys fed. I had literally fallen asleep while I was standing and had wedged myself between a press and the side wall of the galley and one of the crew tucked a coat around me.
I don’t remenber much about the landscape but I know I was glad to be out of the storm. So Broad Haven is a good place in my book.