We’ve been rather lucky in the past week that our leave from work coincided with some of the best weather we’ve enjoyed for some time.
We spent the first few days working on the house and garden, with a long hot day digging and weeding my MIL’s garden, and various other tasks. Later in the week, though, we took some time for ourselves and decided to spend a couple of days exploring the wonderful coastline that we are lucky enough to have nearby.
We began with a visit to Laugharne (pronounced Larn), in Carmarthenshire, a first for both of us.
After exploring the town and peeking into the writing shed of Dylan Thomas, and the Boathouse where he and his family lived for the last four years of his life, we continued on to Tenby for the afternoon. There we strolled along the cliffs and beach in the sunshine, enjoying the obligatory ice cream before piling back to the car.
The following day, we headed for the Gower, and an old favourite: Llangennith Sands at Rhossili Bay. Three miles of golden sand arcs along the coastline here between Rhossili and Llangennith, and we walked most of its length along and back, enjoying the fresh sea air and watching the tide slowly roll out.
A path snakes down the cliffs to the beach from the car park at Rhossili, spilling its travellers straight out onto the top of the beach, just above the remains of the shipwrecked Helvetia which ran aground here in 1887.
I love the white house that sits alone on the brink of the beach, gazing out upon the vast splendour of sand and sea. This is the Old Rectory, now a National Trust property, and used for filming in Torchwood: Miracle Day. What a wonderful place it must be to wake up, summer or winter.
On our visit, the beach was almost deserted, with children back at school, and it was a wonderful peaceful walk. We stopped for a while and tried to fly King of the Hill’s kite, but the wind was not constant enough, and we only managed to get it airborne for a few minutes during several attempts. The thermals were obviously more successful, and we counted 15 paragliders circling overhead at one time.
We paddled our feet on the way back along the beach, in the cold cold water – we’ve swam here before, but this year there hasn’t been enough sun to warm the water, so we didn’t go far. Returning to the cliff top, we then walked along the cliff path towards the Old Coastguard Lookout.
A track leads down from here towards the water, and at low tide it is possible to walk across to the tidal island known as the Worm’s Head.
With the tide low, people could be seen clambering along those rocks, and it’s something that we’ve marked for a future visit – with careful planning to allow plenty of time to get there and back safely. In the meantime, we made our way back to the car (via another ice cream) before driving home, after a lovely day.
It’s so easy to forget what is on our doorstep, relatively speaking, and these trips have just whetted our appetite to keep exploring the magic of South Wales. It’ll be a hard return to work again next week, after such a beautiful interlude…