Fishguard Bay Resort

Fishguard Bay Resort - Dog Friendly Accommodation In Fishguard, Pembrokeshire

Perched on a magical spot on the unspoilt western coast of Wales between the big sky and the briny sea, where the cliffs plunge to the golden sands and smugglers’ coves below, our Fishguard Bay Resort has been described as ‘nothing less than a little piece of heaven on earth,’ a unique pocket of paradise where you can leave the world behind, relax, recharge, rejuvenate and quietly blow the dust from your soul.

Unwind in unrivalled luxury for an unforgettable stay, cared for by our friendly, professional staff for whom nothing is too much trouble. Whether you choose from our stunning range of luxury lodges, our static caravans or our cute and cosy glamping pods, or whether you decide to take advantage of our intimate touring and camping site you will be assured of only the very highest standards. But whatever your choice, we pride ourselves on providing you with a home-from-home, stylish and modern, blended seamlessly into the surrounding landscape.

Stretching out behind the Fishguard Bay Resort the whole of Pembrokeshire will become your playground, and it’s a playground that really does have something for everyone. Whisper it quietly but here you’ll discover some of the finest beaches on the planet, not to mention the 186-mile coast path, just a pebble’s throw away, lined with gorse and wild flowers. Throughout the county you’ll find every form of outdoor activity known to man, as well as adventure parks, theatres, cinemas, boat excursions, fabulous places to eat and beautiful towns and villages to explore.

If you simply want to relish the history that permeates every Pembrokeshire inch, you could wander across the heather-brushed Preseli Hills and find the source of the famous Stonehenge bluestones, marvel at the birthplace of the first Tudor king Henry VII, Pembroke Castle, or the equally iconic cathedral at St Davids, Britain’s most compact and bijou city. Then there are the particular delights of the ancient burial stones at Pentre Ifan, always lonely, forever buffeted by the wind. In short, there’s so much to see and so much to do.

Or, of course, you could just put your feet up, luxuriate in your private hot tub with a glass of something bubbly, mesmerised not only by the gulls swooping and hovering in the thermals overhead, the dolphins glistening in the tides below where once sailed Vikings or traders or Celtic monks, but also by the setting sun melting silently in your very own and very spectacular big sky.