In the slow blink of an eye, our mini break was at almost at an end. Friday dawned sunny and bright and we loaded up the car, greeted the house keeper and for one last time, navigated the bumpy lane out of Stackpole.
In order to make the most of the late summer sun, we stopped at the coastal town of Saundersfoot for one last stroll on the beach......and what a beach! Another day, another clean and tidy stretch of sand.
A walk to the other side of the harbour was rewarded by a less developed stretch of coastline - just stunning with the receding tide and endless skies.
Eek! A giant jellyfish!
The annual New Year's Day swim is clearly already firmly on the agenda according to the town's posters. Marketing might want to rethink the town's strategy. Maybe they're trying to keep the numbers down?
After lunch, we resumed our journey home, but before long, I spotted a sign for Laugharne. Laugharne had been on my list of "must see places" but after the car brakes debacle, it was side lined. I hadn't realised that it such a short detour. So, with a last minute, "Quick - Laugharne - left!" instruction, we were suddenly pootling along country lanes, flanked on either side by the lush, green fields and rolling hills of Carmarthenshire.
If you're not already aware, Laugharne was famously the home of Swansea born poet Dylan Thomas and inspiration for the town of Llareggub featured in Under Milk Wood. "Llareggub" spelled backwards is "Bugger All."
Dylan made the town his home, thanks to a generous benefactor (Margaret Taylor) purchasing the lease for him on the coastal property known as "The Boathouse." He lived there from the late 1930s until his death at noon on 9th November 1953 following a suicidal drinking binge. He was 39 years old.
We were intrigued to discover that there was a heritage trail around the village and so a fascinating couple of hours unfolded. Sponteneity at its best.
We began at the end. Parking at St Martin's church, we located Dylan's grave (shared with wife Caitlin) and marked by a simple wooden cross. They're enjoying an impressive view don't you think?
With a snapshot of the Laugharne Heritage Trail information board as our guide, we headed on foot into the village Dylan referred to as "a timeless, mild, beguiling island of a town."
Certainly, this tin structure had a timeless quality. Gareth badly wanted the sign. In reality, it's not a garage at all, as we had incorrectly assumed, but the Tin Shed Museum, specialising in WW2 cameras and memorabilia, supplying TV and film productions, including Saving Private Ryan. Sadly, it appeared firmly closed on the day of our visit.
It was hard to miss Brown's Hotel, another notable building included in the trail. Brown's Hotel was one of Dylan's favourite watering holes. Apparently he favoured the window seat for reading the morning papers, where he could observe passers by and gaze upon the fine Georgian houses, or perhaps catch up with his father, who lived just over the road.
Georgian buildings are something of a rarity in this area of Wales, but once a useful train link to Carmarthen had been established, Georgians flocked to Laugharne and it developed something of a reputation as a spa town.