Weekend company

It was overcast and it rained all day today. I was brimming with story ideas again when I woke up and spent three hours writing from after breakfast until lunch.
Neither of us wanted to brave the elements so we only went out by car in the afternoon to collect Owain from Gowerton station. We left early enough to stop at a supermarket to buy extra supplies, things forgotten yesterday.
Then, we were early enough to meet the train to allow us to have a drink in the Commercial Inn two hundred yards from the station. It's quite a tradition pub, with a billiard table and dart board in the main bar it was the sort of place which, in the old days, would be a plain working man's pub, the kind you pop into on your way home.
It was well looked after, benefiting from a new coat of paint and modernised toilets. There were several women in there with their spouses, and two children with one couple. A more congenial atmosphere than in times past.
The return journey took ten minutes less than the outward one. The road from north to south Gower was traffic free after the peak congestion hour of the school run. Dusk was approaching, thanks to low cloud when Owain stepped off the quarter past five train and dark when we got back to the bungalow. Clocks go back an hour on Sunday. Already!
I cooked a pasta meal for supper and we drank a special Utiel Requena red wine with it which Owain brought. Then for the first time since arriving we watched telly for an hour. A not very funny comedy quiz show. I'd have preferred to spend time writing instead, but never mind, we have our son for a couple of days. Such a shame about the lousy weather.