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A short holiday in (not-so) sunny Gower

At last! Our annual little May holiday. Hector arranges it all and I LOVE IT! This year it was Gower (Wales), Reynoldston to be precise – and a really nice guest house.

Day one – Sunday. It took 7+ hours to get there, but the drive was nice and lunch near Tewkesbury a good break. Neither of us had been to the Gower before and it felt a little like a different country – well I suppose it is; being Wales and all, but you know what I mean 😉
We spent our first evening at the King Arthur hotel and ate well, outside….even though it was flippin’ freezin’. The folks on the table next to us were having a birthday celebration and enjoyed theemselves as the sun set over the roofs beside them.

Holiday first night drinkys (365/324) Beery sunset on the neighbouring table

Day two – bank holiday Monday. Our hope of lovely weather turned out to be a tad of wishful thinking. It was cold and grey and, whats more, really breezy. A hearty breakfast… We set off unsure where to head, but found ourselves heading over the top of the peninsula and into Llanelli to the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust Reserve there. I loved it (H wasn’t too enamoured) – some glorious birds and even some flamingos. Then a try out of the waterfront and braving the windy conditions. After a snooze back at the guest house we ate at the Greyhound Inn. Very nice food! We had a wander on the beach…. the decor of the prom is nice but I couldn’t resist fiddling with the image.

Flamingos feeding Snuggly cute chicks
We met on the beach.... Prom at LlanelliAltered image -  Llanelli prom (365/325)

Day three – Tuesday. The weather was still not too good, but it wasn’t raining so we headed only a few miles today. First to Port Eynon and a wander along the beach; sticking to the thin strip of firm sand where the sharp jagged rocks begin. It got windier and windier but we wanted to get as far as the ruined old Salt House on the shore. An interesting ruin and one which highlights the lengths previous generations have had to go to to utilise such a basic commodity. After that we drove along some of the narrowest, steepest, most wooded little roads we’ve ever seen to take a look at Oxwich and then parked up at Parkmill to walk up through wild garlic carpeted woodland sprinkled with bluebells and scented like what heaven must smell like. The deciduous woodland was a dreamy, heady-scented, place. After that we found another footpath that took us into Three Cliffs Bay under Pennard Castle high above us. A walk back to the car and a sight of a very old, abandoned in a garage, Humber car, which very aptly for Wales had the registration plate of HUW. I still want to know who owns it and why its so neglected. Before heading back to the guest house we parked up on the cliffs and while He read a paper I walked the paths on the Gorse covered clifftop and looked out over the dark sea, heavy clouds and rolling surf. Dinner tonight is the King Arthur again… I had prawns AGAIN! Love ’em

He - making a pointPort Eynon salt house and bay
Garlic walkPretties
StreamA Welsh car called HUW! Obviously been in the garage for a while

Day Four – Wednesday. A little bit of humour failure has sneaked in due to the pretty crummy weather, and He is very gallant and agrees to go with me to see the Welsh Botanical Gardens near Caermarthen. Its a super place, acres of stunning gardens and features. The tropical house and double walled garden are lovely. The huge bio-dome houses a wonderful array of Mediterranean plants and flowers and the bee garden is hypnotic to watch. The real highlight though is the little movie theatre – it encloses you entirely and the film on plants surrounds you on all walls. Stunning. Dinner was The Greyhound again, and yep – I had prawns…..

Tropical house from the double-walled garden Interactive seed head (365/327)water spout

Day Five – Thursday. Sunshine. AT LAST! Its still windy, but the skies are clear and blue and it dispels all humour-failure! AT LAST a trip to the beach. Rhossilli and a couple of rugs and a long, long, long walk out to meet the surf. Our only company, some distant surfers and a smattering of gulls. When the cloud rolled in we left the beach and took a little detour back to visit Woebly Castle – not really a castle, just a grand 1500’s manor house that is in ruins on a farm on the cliffs above the bay opposite Llanelli. A really nice last treat for our stay on Gower. Dinner was back at King Arthurs. Prawns? Oh yes……

Surfer boys (365/328)
J S gull driftingYorkshireman on the beach
Rhossilli BeachDune grass

Day Six – Friday. Time to head home. We set off at 9.30 and at first intended to wend a dawdly path back via the Golden Valley and parts of Herefordshire and Shropshire before joining the M6, but cold windy weather made it seem more sensible and tempting to pay a quick visit to Ross on Wye. What a pretty and friendly market town. Lovely.

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