Mumbling Free - Day 6 - Rhossilli

Perhaps my favourite beach, but more of that later. 

The day started early, around 5:45 I was woken by Brody crying.  I wondered if he was remembering he trauma from yesterday.  Still at the sight of his owner and the promise of breakfast his tail resumed its usual morning motion.  I gave him breakfast, made the lounge dog proof, left the door open (it was already a beautiful day) and went back to bed I didn't go to sleep for a long time, when I finally woke up is was 9:40! Jo had already finished breakfast.  She went for a walk while I tried to complete the process of waking - slow at the best of times, but this morning ...
Rhossilli is 35 minutes away unless you get stuck behind little old ladies who think that 30 is the national speed limit, but we got there and descended the long and very recently re-routed path to the beach.  The wind was now quite strong, blowing straight at us.  When I threw the ball backward it went a very long way. If something was put down a small pile of sand appear against it in a minute.  Still it was hot and sunny so we enjoyed the stroll.  Almost half way along we stopped for lunch and then went a little further to use the facilities just off the beach.  After that we returned  to the car park, the tide had gone out a long way by then.  In the National Trust shop we purchased tubs of ice cream.  "Joes: Everything else is just Ice Cream" the slogan goes and it is everywhere around here.  I'm not sure what they are trying to say, but the ice cream is just not that special - nothing wrong with it, but nothing special about it either.  The wind was so strong by now that the ice cream was blown off the seat, while I was breaking the spoon out of the lid, so Brody had first lick! YUK!

While we were walking along two helicopters flying very low over the dunes passed us, this one was almost overhead.  A lady standing nearby told us that the area was used to practice the landing operation prior to the freeing of Kuwait.

My main memory of Rhossilli is listening to Borg beat Tanner, walking the whole length of the beach with a radio.  That was 1979, much must have changed since then, but much has also remained the same - it is still a beautiful beach and generally under used - so don't go visiting it and spoiling it!

On the way back to the bungalow we stopped off at the Gower Heritage Centre.  A strange and interesting place with farm animals, old tractors, a forge, glass blowing, a soft play area and loads more - well worth a visit more than half an hour before closing.

After a short rest we ventured down to the bay area for fish and chips, which we ate in the small green area (park - not sure it was big enough to be called that) across the road, and the walked along to Verdi's, where we were lucky to get a seat, for more ice cream and some beer. We returned in time to see England draw the second half of the game against Uruguay - having lost the first half. That is my last World Cup comment in this blog series.