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Thursday 6 November 2014
Laugharne's Brown Dylan perspective
It might have been the same as yesterday - gorgeous blue sunlit skies and flat calm seas - but it wasn't. The stormy, rain-heavy southerly winds hit the estuary from an early hour and persisted throughout the day. It rained, the wind howled and the clouds lay over the town like a choking, wet blanket. Recreational sorties were ill-advised. Steph nipped out (a racist ...
Wednesday 5 November 2014
"Straight down the middle" Bing Crosby"Boom bang-a-bang" Lulu"Rocket man" Elton John
The best day of the week, according to the BBC; the best day of the month according to the girls at Brown's Hotel. Despite the rain, B and G's golf intentions were still alive - the Langland Bay course, Mumbles territory and a good 75 mins' drive eastwards to Swansea. ...
... disappointing, half-empty market area and a euphemistically named "shopping centre" dead from the shop-floor upwards.
The peripheral shopping complex (courtesy bus available - death knells ringing?) - did reveal a TK Max, Sports Direct and M & S, with a covered way between. The rain continued to fall, however, dampening the spirit and clothing. "Let's go back!"
Laugharne had had no rain since 11:00! Why did we leave? Clear, ...
Mon 3 Nov 2014
"Under rainy skies ........"
Poetry and weather go well (or badly) together in wet Wales. We've had a succession of rain, wind, hail and foul weather, interspersed with bouts of currant bun stuff. This is not ideal for planning an exciting day of extra-curricular bunfights, but we do our best. Aunty Helen, she of the H in B & H, did her Ulster fry minus the black and white pudding; it was so awful I had to eat ...
... before ours - ok, maybe a bit closer than that. We slaked our thirst and Barry sang along while Roy, a conversion from English to Welsh, versed us in things local, while quaffing large quantities of the brown stuff. The pub was "rammed" - modern lingo - full of pensioners, geriatrics and old codgers. Never felt more/less at home!
The band strummed away in their Hawaian outfits and were clearly ...