A good long night's sleep but waking up to light rain and low cloud. Thankfully the sea reflects more light than any urban landscape, so it's not nearly as gloomy. As 'Bryn y Mor' has its own swimming pool, Clare booked herself a slot for herself at ten, after breakfast. Not that she's allowed to exercise for several weeks apart from walking after her eye operation, but she can walk around in the water for the variety of muscle activity to mitigate the deterioration that comes with not being able to do vigorous exercise. Having said that, we walked seven miles yesterday, with no ill effect. The pool is in a modern annexe to the building with glass walls, and a sauna. It's uniformly four feet deep and twenty five feet long. Not an athlete's pool, but just right for old people and children learning to swim. I went with her and sat beside the pool and read the news on my phone. Half an hour was enough to start with, so a slot for each of the three days we have left was booked before we returned for coffee.
We walked into town and climbed up on to the promontory overlooking the harbour, where there's a statue of Prince Albert the Good as it says on the base, Queen Victoria's Consort. There's a great view from there of St Catherine's Island and Caldey Island, as well as the full extent of North Beach and Carmarthen Bay. It's got the town museum and the old Coastguard's house too. A lovely place to take photos too. We went to the fishmonger's small shop above the quary, with every kind of fresh fish caught in the area on display and labelled colourfully with the prices.
Clare bought a couple of Dab fillets and a couple of pieces of sewin - sea trout fished near the river mouths along this coast. The back to Bryn y Mor for lunch: rice and veg with the Dab fillets. They are like a small version plaice, light and delicate, needing nothing added for just about any herb or garlic would spoil the taste. You'd really need a lot of them to make a full meal, but it was lovely to try something neither of us have had before. It's been an age since either of us have had trout, let alone sea trout, but that's for tomorrow.
Clare had a snooze while I uploaded and edited the photos I'd taken, then we went for a walk uphill on the old Amroth Road which runs under a canopy of trees and lined with hedges, parallel to the path into the cemetery. It then continues in a straight up to the top, in a gently winding way until it joins a newer metalled road at a bend. Next to the bend a new housing estate of luxury dwellings, perhaps on a piece of farmland sold for housing development to finance the family business. Who knows? It was a stiff climb but rewarding for its hidden beauty.
After supper, I took one of the photos from earlier in the day and made an attempt to draw it.The detail was even harder to reproduce than in the picture I drew yesterday, but it was great fun just to try. Then I got around to watching the final forty minutes of 'Bordertown' which had its happy resolve, but then an inconclusive ending, begging the question of whether there's another series in the pipeline. It became hard to follow in the end as there were several sets of complex relationships connecting different people to the perpetrator of several murders, requiring the viewer to remember a lot of strange names and their context, a story of who was who among the victims. Hard going with too much time dwelling on the sleuth in charge pondering with a puzzled vacant look on his face.
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