You have to love a pill that gives you a sudden burst of energy and good feeling after a long illness and my first dose of prednisolone this morning worked like a magic bullet. I asked for and obtained a 5-day course to clear out the last of the congestion and give my system a kick in the pants. Works for me.
So our first trip out was perhaps artificially enhanced by steroid lift. No matter, I feel much better for a bit of sea air and sunshine and for a glimpse of open skies. You can get to miss open skies when you live in a Welsh valley.
Porthcawl is a seaside resort on the coast, heading towards Cardiff. It’s a Victorian town, as so many are, and has seen better days. At least, the Coney Beach funfair site has seen better days.
Here are some of the pictures we took (click on the thumbnails to enlarge):
The funfair was closed of course. Doesn’t open until Easter. So we skirted around the edge of it, first in search of a loo, then looking for refreshments. We found the first but our search for the latter was less than successful. We’d have done better this time of the year to explore the ‘town centre’. Next time.
Even so, we got our dose of fresh air, I walked perhaps three miles in stages, and both of us feel better for it. I suspect we’ll be going back later in the season when the place will have come alive but for today the feeling of sad emptiness suited the mood perfectly.
