Yesterday I picked Danny up so we could get some fresh air down at the beach - our nearest one is Llansteffan, about 8 miles from Carmarthen. It came on to rain on the way, so not much in the way of views were to be had! This is Ferryside in the distance.
Looking out to sea, or rather where the estuary pours into Carmarthen Bay. I don't know where the treestump came from, but it had fetched up on the shore and someone had "planted" it . . .
In with the last tide, a dead Sea Potato. Normally they turn up as just the fragile "skeleton" - e.g. a white "shell" which is very brittle. This one had just snuffed it and hadn't lost the covering of hairs.
Around the point, a few other hardy souls (there were plenty of dog-walkers about) were ahead of us.
It looked desolate, out towards the Cockle Beds, scenes of Cockle Wars in the past. All the time we were on the beach we were aware of the sound of waves in the distance, the low roar sounding like an approaching tidal wave hidden by the mist. A bit spooky even though we knew what it was.
More folk once we rounded the point and began to walk along by the rock pools at the bottom of the cliffs.
The second headland. Had it been clearer, and we were sure of whether the tide was coming in or going out, we might have walked around it, but since we didn't know, and because you couldn't have seen across to Laugharne anyway, we turned back once we got to Scotts' Bay.
The retreating tide had left curious patterns on the sand.
Scotts House apparently belonged to a distant relative of THE Captain Scott, hence the name. Here's a link to information about Llansteffan beach. It would appear that the dog-walkers were a little premature . . .
As we walked back to the car park, Ferryside began to appear out of the mist as it stopped raining. We decided ice-creams were in order - you can't go to the beach without an ice-cream.
Today Danny and I went to the cinema to see Dunkirk, whilst it was in its final week of showing in Carmarthen. We enjoyed it but unfortunately in the last ten minutes, I blew my nose and got a stonker of a nose bleed and had to head for the toilets to get handfuls of toilet paper to staunch the flow, as my hankies were soon rendered useless. I have been blowing my nose probably 25 + times a day these past few weeks, following a sinus type cold. I had a bit of a nosebleed at the weekend but this one really went to town. I did get the final few minutes of the film, but then as we walked back to the car, had to send Danny in search of a big pack of tissues as I was fast running out. Many thanks to the lady who kindly saw my predicament and passed me the two clean ones she had in her handbag. Danny saw me sat safely in the car and then went off to get me a drink and "something sweet" as that's what they did after you'd given blood! Two white chocolate chip cookies went down very well. So, the tables were turned - after a few days of looking after Danny, today it was his turn to look after me! Good lad.
