The sun is shining today but it is still cold. The first task was to find breakfast. Franco’s, where we had eaten yesterday was still closed but we found a Wetherspoons pub serving breakfast. Travel may be a little difficult as it is Bank Holiday and experience suggests that either a Sunday or a special timetable will be in force.
For want of a better idea, we took the 111 bus to Llanelli. We did not know what to expect, never having been there before. Apart from the shopping centre and Asda ("Diolch am siopa yn Asda"), Llanelli seemed to be closed.
We had a look around and did see a few interesting buildings, such as this pair of rather striking chapels.
Back at the small bus station, we decided to play bus bingo and take the first bus going to what seemed an interesting destination. In the event, about the only bus going anywhere was the 111 returning to Swansea. We boarded, thinking we might break the journey at some point along the route. However, both of us were feeling sleepy so in the end we went all the way to Swansea and returned to the hotel.
After tea and a rest we went out again. This time we stayed in Swansea, first going to the Swansea Museum, just across the road from the hotel. Unfortunately, photography was not allowed so I can show you only the outside.
There were two exhibitions in addition to the permanent displays, one on Anne Frank and one on tattooing. This seemed to interest Tigger but as I have never like tattoos, I left her watching a film on the subject while I briefly toured that rest of the museum.
We then explored the sea front and marina area. There has been a lot of "development" there, including blocks of flats of rather mediocre design, decorated by the usual rather twee public art works that seem required in this sort of environment.
There were also some attempts at community projects, now fallen into disuse and disrepair, like the observatory above which is boarded up. It seems mad to spend these sums of money just to abandon the results.
While we were exploring the beach and the observatory, it tried to rain but then the sun came out and lit up the scene under a moody evening sky.
We came upon the Pump House, so called as it stands on the old Pump House Quay, and decided to have a late lunch there. The food was quite good but there wasn’t much of it
We continued walking and taking photos. Earlier it had threatened to rain but now it was a beautiful sunny evening. When we spied the rather picturesque Tug & Turbot, we went in and had dessert, cheesecake and coffee. Have you ever had hot cheesecake? I suspect they just meant to defrost it from the fridge and overdid it.
We had quite long slow walk, taking in the views. You cannot come to Wales and not expect to see traces of Dylan Thomas everywhere. A few of those we saw include the plaque above, the Dylan Thomas Theatre and this seated Dylan. See also Captain Cat below.
We returned to the hotel and I uploaded my photos to the PC. When I had finished I proposed making tea but Tigger had another idea. She was still feeling peckish from earlier and proposed we go down to the hotel cafe bar. So we did. There we had coffee and treacle pudding with custard. Naughty, perhaps, but we are on holiday!