After a good long night's sleep and breakfast we walked on the beach until lunchtime. There were far more holidaymakers, most arriving from elsewhere by car, bringing paddle boards and jet-skis, canoes and other seaside paraphernalia. At two Kath, Anto. Rhiannon and Owain arrived. We met on the beach and stayed there until it was time for them to collect the key to their caravan, which is the one next door to ours. It was the first time for us all to meet in six months. Such a blessing after the months of fear and uncertainty in Ibiza, wondering if we'd all survive intact. So much to give thanks for.
We were booked in for an early evening meal in the garden of Oxwich Bay hotel. All the tables were full and there was a slow moving queue of people ordering food. We arrived at six and it was eight before we had our meal. The government's August restaurant meal discount scheme was being taken advantage of and the restaurant staff were working flat out to deliver around a hundred meals in a short time frame.
We returned to the caravans and sat outside on the picnic table provided, drinking wine and looking out for shooting stars, as the feast of St Clare is the optimum time to see meteorites. The sky was clear, and everyone saw a couple, except me. But I did see a geostationary satellite cross the sky, a fast moving pinpoint of light describing an arc from south west to north east. Just before giving up for the night I saw one, just above the caravan roof. A also saw a couple of tiny bursts of light, which may have been the end of a meteorite whose tail wasn't visible to me. It's so many years since I was last under a clear sky with no light pollution, and less atmospheric pollution what we've grown used to. Enchanting.
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