To begin at the beginning,
working in West Wales, it would have been rude not have taken a travel rod and some of Rhyl's finest lug,
My route took me passed a mist dressed Bala, looked to be in a pike gear sort of mood
through a frost topped Dolgellau
Finally late on the first afternoon after the long haul to West Wales I arrived in Laugherne, just up the way from Dylan Thomas' boat house,
Not knowing the area fishing the estuary creeks looked less of a laugh and more like buggerall; so conscious the flood had started I followed the coast road to nearby Pendine
“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk WoodThe radio news had mentioned flash flooding in Pendine and sure enough many hi-viz jackets were cleaning up the caravan park;
too knackered to carry on West I decided to give it a go,
not much sign of worm on the beach though there were several signs of someone digging,
- this turned out to be due to a metal detectorist.
You might recall that I tried this spot over High in a rough wind about a year ago,
described as a "Storm Beach" I could see that it needed an onshore wind to build the water, but this evening was pretty flat and the sea was an unpromising chocolate milk shake with the flooding down leaf littered mud.
Half a dozen chucks without result; a curry and a pint seemed a far better bet.
The next evening I was in Cardigan for dusk and Poppit Sands had been suggested
“... moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk WoodPoppit Sands, Cardigan
Did a recce from the carpark up the footbath to the beach between the YHA and the RNLI Station by the sand bar across the estuary, but frankly a pie and a pint seemed a far better bet
No fish then ...but I've got plans... after this pint.