King's Head Inn
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- Room service
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... for some of the white stuff (settle down! - just milk and bread) and struggled home with windy, but balmy tales.
Having been tempted by scant details of a Dylan Thomas Laugharne walk led by John starting at 10:30, we skipped down the slope into town and waited in Brown's for John. Others had been hooked by this low-key advertising and were to be seen lurking in the Bar, not unlike a funeral wake on the death of a distant aunt. ...
... S hitched a ride to the Park n Ride and were abandoned to the elements and various shops? The athletes found the Mumbles and the GC and a links course, bright sun, no wind and a hilly course beckoned.
The golf was indescribable - stunning views, glorious weather, championship play - poetic licence required - the pasties were a highlight and Barry hit a bell from a very ...
... and that after the storm kind of ozone air. H &S went looking for wool and stitching things - so many opportunities on the hillside! - while B & G followed Dylan's Birthday Walk alongside the estuary and over the headland. Great views, steady walking and easy opportunities to get lost in the "jungle on the hill".
Re-united, back for a pizza supper, cocktails and red wine and an evening of pensioner pursuits. Tough world out of work!
... tractors, trailers and track-suit clad farmhands. It did rain, quite heavily briefly, then sun broke through as we ventured into Tenby, resplendent in caravans and holiday or retirement homes. Why, I hear you ask! So much rain, so little time left and a bracing, thermal wind!
We parked up, excited the Tourist Information Office with a visit and strolled around a seaside town, fish and chips at every corner along with rock, ...
... in the sing-along. Roy, an Anglicised Welshman, declared them brilliant and proceeded to tell us various sheep jokes while engaging various middle-aged women in a cuddle and friendly banter. If this is Wales on a wet Sunday afternoon.......?
My lasagne was beckoning and we stalked off uphill under rain-heavy skies to our little shack on the hill. Almost poetic? Need another glass of red! Wine, not Red Bull