Missing Connections in Wales

I'm heading South, coastal highway somewhere in Wales, or Ireland maybe, with the significant other. She's got dark hair, otherwise nameless and faceless as always. We're driving an old Morris, or some-sort of vintage period car, filled with our luggage, returning from vacation, on our left a giant cliff above the ocean, small inns and places along the way, I'm pointing out caves with Celtic-sounding names, we stop an inn, they all know her there, family or friends, but we've already missed our connection and so have to get back into the car and try and hasten ahead to the next destination, it's beginning to thundershower...