So consequently a bit late posting this week . . .
We have just been away for a couple of days – a birthday present treat from me to “himself” – a nice hotel on the Camarthenshire coast, near Laugharne.
Laugharne is a welsh fishing village famed for being the one time home of the playwright and poet Dylan Thomas and where he supposedly based “Under Milk Wood”. I had not been there since the children, when small, did extracts from the play for a school performance. When, in the term before, school arranged for the summer ” outing” to include a stop off in Laugharne village on the way to Pendine sands.
“It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.”
Our day was silver grey – sea and sky, as I have tried to reflect in my sketch ( the colour never scans very truly on the PC). The odd silver of of blue breaking through the cloud. As my Gran would have said ” enough to patch a pair of sailor’s britches”. Mild enough to go without a coat. The tide was on the turn when we arrived.
The Castle dominates the foreshore and the village is a jumble of narrow streets and old houses cloaking the hill behind it. We had a walk around the castle and shore line then climbed the cliffs to see “the Boathouse” where Thomas had lived. The whitewashed cottage perches precariously on the edge of the cliff and is reached by flights of very steep steps. I should think that would be an interesting place to sleep on a stormy winter’s night! We on the other hand we had the prospect of a luxurious hotel room for our night away ……
We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.”