on friday, i went on a lovely mini holiday in wales with my mum, barry and stephen. we stayed in a very sweet little wooden cabin, and did all sorts of fun things, including swimming, eating, table tennis and giant chess (well, i played with the pieces of a giant chess set at least…
it was very picturesque and beautiful in dylan thomas land, and i wandered around with the sound track of the edge of love in my head, in floral dresses and woolly tights pretending to be vera phillips…we were about ten minutes walk away from dylan thomas’s home, the boathouse, and his writing shed overlooking the loverly beachy views. the writing shed was a bit creepy to be honest, but in a good way- it has hardly been touched since dylan died, and i have no doubt they added the little touches like the tie draped over the chair, and a jacket on a stool, but it really helps to contextualise that dylan thomas actually lived, and wrote and was there.
i also met dylan thomas’s cat, bernard! well, a cat called bernard that lives in his house…
overall, i had a wonderful time wandering about with the lovely stephen, all bundled up against the cold. we ate fish and chips by a medieval castle looking out on the sea, and saw all the lovely animals at folly farm. will add pictures when they get developed!
laugharne caste (http://www.parsonspickles.co.uk/)
so now i feel a little too relaaaaxed, but very inspired, especially by the wonderful words of dylan thomas and by a certain vintage french children’s book i picked up in an antique book shop…blogs to come soon!
