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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, ...
... clear if this was a reference to the several dogs or military hardware being released. We opted to retreat in face of the enemy and headed back to the car. The weather encouraged us as the skies turned a blue, milky wood colour (gerrit?) and rain looked imminent.
The map suggested a further jolly into coastal resorts and off we headed, giddy at the prospect, of a happy time in Tenby. Westward we went, via single track lanes ...
... 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 ...