Sunday, 2 August 2015
A breath of sea air
As you will have seen from the change of header photo, we headed for the nearest bit of beach earlier in the week. Our nearest beach is either at Llansteffan or opposite at Ferryside. Both have good clean sandy beaches. One of the first things we saw was this upended jellyfish. It was interesting to see what it looked like underneath - 6 central bits, and then 12 external divisions and 12 arms . . . I think it is probably a Moon Jellyfish.
Here on the beach, looking across the estuary mouth of the River Towy, towards Pendine in the foreground, and Rhossili Downs in the distance, which is where I clambered a year ago with daughter Tam and my friend Deb. I couldn't manage it at the moment as I have scarcely walked all summer (though I did do a walk today and surprised myself by getting up our steep hill with just one stop.)
Rounding the point past the castle, and looking across Scott's Bay towards the last spike of land on the Laugharne side.
Looking up at Llansteffan Castle. Neither of us could face the prospect of climbing up there, and we settled for a beach stroll rounded off with sitting on a bench with an ice cream.
The trees are bent sideways by the wind, and grow nearly to the beach.
The retreating tide left some pretty patterns in the sand.
The clouds were starting to stack up as we looked back up the Towy estuary. In 1971 and 1972 I stayed with a penpal who lived in a cottage up on the far hillside. I thought it was so beautiful in Carmarthenshire and it was the main reason we ended up here! She had to move, but the odd thing is our eldest daughter's best friend lived next door to my penpal's cottage. . . . a few years on of course.
Iscoed Mansion - or the remains of it - snuggled into the hillside. General Picton lived there. Sadly it was destryed by fire and is now just a lofty ruin.
More clouds arriving over the cockle beds.
Looking back towards the cottages which fringe the beach, with a lovely house on the hillside which reminds me of the ones in the Puddle Lane childrens' books my girls used to have, back in the day . . . Gosh - that's just brought back some memories . . . Old Mr Gotobed, The Gruffle and the Griffle and many more!
One last look up the beach, and grandad is doing well with the kite-flying.