Soon we will be there, staying with old friends; the best way to relax over a long weekend. From the hillside near Caerwent you can see both the bridges stretched across the estuary and the Quantock Hills in distant Somerset, the striations of light playing on the water and the clouds racing up the sound.
When my children were small I would set off after tea so they fell asleep round about the bridge. The endorphin enducing sound of their breathing, the muted strains of Fleetwood Mac, the safe womb like warmth.
Driving past the spectacular industrial landscape of Port Talbot at dusk and on to the sleepy west Wales towns and Dylan Thomas country. Brackened hills, tumbling streams, silvered bays, dark secret pubs; friends and lovers and kids and dogs and even the flimsiest memory reminds us that we knew the meaning of life....
When my children were small I would set off after tea so they fell asleep round about the bridge. The endorphin enducing sound of their breathing, the muted strains of Fleetwood Mac, the safe womb like warmth.
Driving past the spectacular industrial landscape of Port Talbot at dusk and on to the sleepy west Wales towns and Dylan Thomas country. Brackened hills, tumbling streams, silvered bays, dark secret pubs; friends and lovers and kids and dogs and even the flimsiest memory reminds us that we knew the meaning of life....
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