Welsh Historian and writer, Wynford Vaughn Thomas, once said that the Gower Peninsula is “a secret people hug to themselves”. Brandy Cove may well be the secret that the people of Bishopston “hug to themselves” because it’s a short walk down a lane from the village for them, but the secluded Pwll Du Bay is much bigger secret as it is only accessible to the public on foot, horseback or bike. Yet, it is a short walk along the coast from Brandy Cove.
This walk happened on the spring Equinox. This is the day when light and dark are balanced before the days lengthen into spring. I got up earlier this time and caught the 9.20am 2C bus on Oystermouth Road to Caswell. The same bus driver from my first bus trip to Limeslade was driving this bus.
This was all my sister’s idea. She suggested I walk along the Gower coast and paint the bays and beaches. I had no idea how difficult the logistics of this would be. I’ll come back to the issue of bus timetables later, as it is something that has kept me awake at night trying to figure out how to go and get back from places in Gower.
Irish Folklore and how to hold on to your luck!
The other day, I was walking home from buying bread in my local Co-op, when I spied a ladder reaching across my path. Ladders and solitary magpies usually provoke a struggle in my mind. What to do? Avoid it? There wasn’t much space. I would have to go out of my way to walk under it. There were two mask-less builders nearby too. There was a brief clash of science and superstition in my head but they actually coincided nicely. So I took a route which led me into the…
An artists’s journey around the Gower coast
I love looking at maps. I have been gazing at the map of coastal path around Gower for days now. The Peninsula juts out westwards into the Bristol Chanel. Its about 17 miles in length and 8 miles width at its widest point. I am planning to walk around its coastline, approximately 38 miles in length, maybe a bit less. I am, however, going to start with a map of Swansea Bay. People who have never been to Swansea make jokes about the place as if its somewhere to avoid. Quite the opposite…
A tale of two Lookout posts built 100 years apart
I have been making journeys of the mind to Donegal, and to the little village of Maghery in particular. It lies just a stone’s throw (4 miles or about a 10-minute drive) down the road from Dungloe in the Northwestern county Donegal in the Republic of Ireland. I regard Dungloe as the center of my universe when I am in Donegal, because it has not one but four supermarkets:- Lidls, Aldis, Supervalu, and The Cope.
Looking for the silver lining
Last night I dreamt I was making a turquoise green rug. Odd as I have no plans to make a rug.
We have all shifted from being bit-part players in the Hollywood film “Contagion” to being Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day”. Although numbers of new cases have fallen in the UK, Covid is still very close. Our neighbours came down with it two weeks ago. So lockdown still feels very necessary, even if it seems unending. There have been times it has felt unbearable. When my parents’ second Pfizer vaccination was moved from…
My County Derry-born husband, Séamas, is a bit obsessed by Mount Errigal. He loves to tell me that you can see Donegal’s highest peak from different places such as the beach, the tiny local airport, the house, the top of the garden. His father helped run a boxing club named after the Donegal peak too. Actually, after spending the week getting sucked down the rabbit hole that is “family history” research, I have decided this love of Errigal is in his genes.