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... pump wearing pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown. Very entertaining stuff, unscripted and all delivered in a cultured Welsh lilt. Fittingly, the walk n talk ended at Dylan's grave where we cut through the back lane to "our little cabin on the hill over the estuary". What an excellent way to learn about the poet, his life and times in Laugharne, and a great way to ignore the inclement weather.
And now for a senior moment ........... or ...
... moon saw a most impressive firework display. No oohing-and-ahhing, just open-mouthed pleasure at the spectacular sound and light show. What happened to the Catherine Wheel and the odd squib?
An evening meal at Brown's under photos and Dylan Thomas memorabilia and then a hasty uphill trudge to the 'warm little cabin on the hill'. A better day than yesterday, but tomorrow bodes ill. ...
... Internet in the grandly named clubhouse came up with nothing, except for the usual spam and summer-orientated tourism.
So .......Haverfordwest, west true to its name, beckoned. Off we went, bristling with enthusiasm and a modicum of optimism. Sadly, the weather worsened as we went westwards and the multi-storey carpark offered short-spell relief from the tumbling wet stuff. Haverfordwest became a limitedly successful escape - torrential, ...
... of rain and hale scudded through.
Back to our little "cabin on the hill over the estuary" before the rain and wind attacked with a vengeance, and reading, crosswords and Sudoku (so typically pensioner-like?) overtook the urge to do a quick 10-miler in the rain. We were settled for the day now and inertia ruled.
Supper? Leftovers and quiche were on the thrifty menu, followed by Uno, cribbage and Gareth Malone. A swinging do, eh?
... grave. Metaphorically of course, since it was covered in turf and the odd flower thingy.
The heavens opened (Dylanesque?) and we sheltered briefly before seeking liquid sustenance in Brown's Hotel (famous!). When in Wales ......There was live music in Brown's which turned out to be a yukele ensemble, a bunch of men and the odd (?) woman, strumming ancient classics, not Euripides, more sing-along tunes from ...