Took Gwen to one of my favourite places, Mumbles (and not just because it has such a fab name). She seemed to like it too.
Stumbled upon a wood that was carpeted with wild garlic.
Climbed up a big hill...
Then found this place at the bottom of it.
Had a traditional seaside luncheon (Martin Parr would be proud).
Drove home the scenic route. Not only did we get this view, but just to the left was a man in a little van selling coffee and home-made Welsh cakes.
And now to bed with a chick lit and a mug of sleepytime tea.