Tag Archives: Swansea
Wales!
Just a brief post as I’ve been busy galavanting in the Land Of My Fathers. Slightly miraculously for this time of year, the sun has been shining! The misty-moistiness of Gloucestershire and old-knicker grey of Monmouth gave way to clear … Continue reading
Frozen knives and steamy socks
You’d have thought after the low of welcoming in 2012 in the windy drizzle of Swansea seafront, that this year could only improve, wouldn’t you? But no, not really. The start of the day in Glos was lovely. I spotted … Continue reading
New Year: Saturday night and Sunday morning
Did I tell you about New Year’s Eve? No? Oh well, it was a damp squib, anyway. A drizzly apology of a celebration. As I noted in my last blog, the glorious zingy anticipation of a spiffy, memorable occasion so … Continue reading
Tedium and terror
A birthday is always a celebration of another year of survival and that celebration should involved something memorable; that’s my take on things anyway. This year, the options were: Boris-bike from Kew to the Globe to Tate Britain to Hyde … Continue reading
Coast
And so, once in a blue moon, there comes a TV series that enthralls, uplifts, informs, makes you howl laughing, feel nauseous and is only very occasionally tedious. That series is Coast. I’ve been watching the programmes for what seems … Continue reading