A day to explore. Anne and Steve are in London for a family wedding. I decided to return to Pennard Cliffs and walk along the trail to Pobbles Beach. Public transportation is my favorite method of getting from one place to another when my destination is too far to walk to.
The roads throughout Wales are extremely narrow. There is rarely room for two cars to pass let alone a person to walk along the shoulder. Drivers become quite adept at backing up for long distances to allow oncoming cars or trucks to pass.
All of the signage in Wales is in both English and Welsh. This year I heard a great deal of Welsh being spoken by both older folk and young adults. The rhythmic sound of Welsh is as much fun to listen to as the words are fun to look at graphically.
Even the signage without words is entertaining to me.
Map of Swansea Bay
The tides are ridiculously dramatic … twelve foot tides! When it’s low tide it appears that you can walk out into the bay for miles.
While waiting for the bus to Pennard Cliffs, I enjoyed watching two older men begin the day together.
Eventually, they stood to part, but the conversation continued for another twenty minutes.
Mumbles is named after the two bumps of land that lie between the lighthouse and the mainland. These mumbles were the landscape that greeted the lonely sailors as they returned from sea and reminded them of what they missed while sailing.
Stone wall plants
More great signage
Panoramic view, my first site of Pobbles Beach
A castaway washed up on shore
The walk back to Pennard Cliffs
Whenever I find a bench in a beautiful spot, I think of my dad and the many times we shared a bench. He wrote poetry and I sketched.
Ornamental stone walls … of sorts
Twisted tree trunk
Evening sidewalk art
Returning home along the VERY narrow road
Cottage Garden Flowers
Backyard garden at the Gullicks
The collection of books above my head. Such sweet dreams after a marvelous day.
To be continued …