We went to ”The Mumbles’ today–a seaside village the other side of Swansea bay from where we live. It was grand. It was sunny. The holiday-making world is waking in readiness for Easter and the season beyond.
We had a rather nice little nibble lunch in the pavilion at the end of Mumbles Pier, and ice-cream cone as we wandered along the prom, and we gazed out at the light-house before tripping along the pier.
It was good. We had fun. Together with my long walk around Carmarthen yesterday my legs got to the point where the veinous system was fizzing and spluttering like an old two-stroke petrol engine fired up after a long period of stagnation.
I’m sure it’ll do me good, in a day or two. For the moment I’m plumb tuckered out, and there are things happening in my legs that haven’t happened since last year.
Ain’t Spring grand?
Here are some photos of the day:
Me, enjoying the sunshine
Kids, playing mystery games on the foreshore
[needless to say, I blurred the faces to avoid PC bothers]
Gazing out across the bay to Swansea
The Mumbles light-house
Lifeboat station
Shadows of us, on Mumbles pier
And so, at the end of a tiring day, … to bed.
