Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
¬Dylan Thomas

6/27/10

Leaving the museum I’m struck by the absence of sound, the wind rustling through the trees seems to scream in silence. For a moment it doesn’t even feel like we are in a city, but that all changes once we arrive at the bus stop to catch a ride to Mumbles. Walking along The Slip (the road along Swansea bay) we stop off at the pilot for a quick pint before catching the Swansea Bay Rider (a little train along the shore) up to Blackpill. There we stopped for dinner at The Woodman where I had roast pork and Yorkshire pudding, which to my surprise isn’t pudding at all, its more like a bread. After dinner we head back to Csaba’s to pack before I catch a train back to Paddington Station in London.