Mike's playing golf with a jolly group, I take a walk along the Welsh Coastal Path. What strikes me? Crisp clean air. Fresh. Not salty though. Constant breeze. Sense of immense stretches of space. Openness. Powerful nature ( waves, rocks) yet amiable (soft grasses on dunes, greyed colors.)
Lots of dogs. Mainly labs and, drumroll please, Welsh Corgi-looking types.
Walked past Sker House, half is stuccoed yellow.
And up ahead....
Cows. The cows are lying on the path. Or maybe the path goes through the cows... The cows really don't care either way.
Did a bit of yoga stretches on the perfect-for-yoga-stretches grassy circle sticking out on the left.
Headd back. 4 miles total. (Llots of ddouble L's and D's in Welsh.)
Mushroom soup and tea in the bar, overlooking the putting green. Back to Louise Penny's Still Life. Who killed Jane Neal?
Finishing on the 18th green.
Food has been great. The Rose and Crown... dessert was sticky toffee pudding with clotted cream. Oh. My.
Back to our dormy, bedroom over the pro shop. Sun setting over the Bristol Channel, over my Coastal Path, and the first hole. Next year I want to boogie board here.
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