and a Dylan Thomas was being celebrated in a street theatre event staged by the National Theatre Wales and involving many readings and recordings of Dylan Thomas poetry. We had to go through town and park at a rugby field, where we were then bused back into the village. Of course first on the agenda was to find the nearest tea shop with a WC. We found a lovely little one with the most beautiful needlepoint works that were framed and on all the walls.
The owner said they were her Mum's and that she would never sell one.
The family pooch had her bed in the place of honor right in front of the counter. Her name is Flossie and she allowed Terry's traveling Teddy to pose for a picture.
The castle was a bit drafty, but we were able to climb to the top for fantastic views of the town and estuary.
After visiting the castle, we walked down around the castle to see the "Boathouse" where Dylan Thomas and his family lived. There were stairs involved.
Upon arriving at the top of the stairs, we saw this tiny shed which I thought was the boathouse. My comment was "and I climbed those stairs for this". Turned out to be just a place where he did go to be alone and write, and the actual "Boat house was further along the walkway and involved more stairs. We are going to develop some major calf muscle here.
Ah well, we are getting our exercise. Another good day.
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