Before the LGO trip away I must admit I was feeling abit nervous. Would people like it? Would the hotel be ok? Would there be a problem with the rooms - would it SNOW? As I made my way down in Friday it happily remained snow free as I drove into Swansea and along by The Mumbles and then along the narrow road through Bishopston to the familiar sight of Oxwich bay. I've been here several times in recent years - once when Holly had just learned to walk and took her first few steps into the sea and kept shouting after Vicky because she thought Vicky wouldn't come back again. Holly must have been two then. We then camped here a couple of years later and met a Hippy who lived in a camper van and lit a bonfire on the beach at 11pm. The hippy guy, Roland hailed from the Forest Of Deane and normally lived under the Severn Bridge - met him once again when I happened to be walking out to the Island below the Bridge. He seemed to have a very carefree life going from place to place in his caravan. Maybe one day if I'm ever made redundant I'll sale my house and buy a van and hit the open road! Nice thought, although I couldn't help wondering what he does for water or the loo?! Maybe I would like a camper van with creature comforts maybe! Better still a permanent yurt on the Pembrokeshire coast and take next doors dog (Jasper ). Well one can dream. Knowing my luck I would probably end up with a centrally heated cardboard box in Broadmead. There you go.
This time the hotel looked great and as I walked in I saw some familiar faces were in the ante - room. I was shown up to my room - which was a palace compared to my basic home in Thornbury. However what was great about it was the magnificent view from the window looking over the whole of Oxwich bay and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I felt like a millionairre although sadly without the ferrari or wife!!!
After a chat I couldn't wait to get to the beach and have a look around - it was good to be here again with the little church perched up on the cliff and the beach.
When I arrived several other people had turned up, Peter Patch and Caite and Angus and then everybody else turned up. Went for a short walk with Graham and family e.t.c. and put my feet in the water and I felt like an eskimo who has forgotten to put his socks on!!
After a chat I couldn't wait to get to the beach and have a look around - it was good to be here again with the little church perched up on the cliff and the beach.
When I arrived several other people had turned up, Peter Patch and Caite and Angus and then everybody else turned up. Went for a short walk with Graham and family e.t.c. and put my feet in the water and I felt like an eskimo who has forgotten to put his socks on!!
We had tea in the bar which was very nice (as always here!) and then I popped into Swansea to pick Paul up. Having left the lovely surroundings of the hotel my arrival into Swansea was not unlike that of going into Beirut (but obviously with very different dress codes!). British Rail was amazingly on time and Paul had a good journey down.
I had a good long sleep. In the morning I worked out how to use the Jacosie (??!!) and stayed in there before looking out the window at the beach (after I had got changed of course!!!). After breakfast we broke into groups and started playing quartet stuff which was great and then set off to walk at Rhossili. On the way we saw a dog run into the road who looked like a stray and was very glad when Jacqui led the dog back to a house where the owner seemed to know him - poor thing. We drove to the cliff car park and met up although missed some of the group. The mist was closing in on this cliff top village and we could hardly see the beach let alone the cliffs and bay. However we made our way down to the beach and walked along the beach - and of course I had to roll up my Jeans and get in the water! It felt like I had just put my foot in the freezer but very nice anyway and I insisted on walking up the beach without my Docs or Socks on! I tried to get Martin to go in but he was wise enough not to.
We all huddled into the cafe at the top and had a pannini and everybody had cakes. We then made our way back to the hotel.
I decided to try and find Martin and the others at the pub (after a brief walk to the castle) but in the end took a turning down to Penrice - a memorable lane which led down hill and vale to a very small and ancient isolated hill top hamlet with a medieval church looking out over the bay. Very quaint indeed.
In the evening we had our evening meal and Rose had devised some games which were great fun - testing our knowledge of music e.t.c.
After this I enjoyed a good Port and went off to bed.
At 5am I looked out of my window and it was still dark - however I could hear the sea crashing and could see almost a silver pond like sea crashing on the beach. I left the curtains open as I watched sunlight arrive over the beach - very magical.
Had breakfast and looked at the lovely clear view. However this soon clouded over and it hammered down. However we played our quartets for a while and then walked along the beach with Jacqui, Michelle and Charlotte and got bac just as the hurricane was about to start.
We had lunch and then said our goodbyes.
I had a good long sleep. In the morning I worked out how to use the Jacosie (??!!) and stayed in there before looking out the window at the beach (after I had got changed of course!!!). After breakfast we broke into groups and started playing quartet stuff which was great and then set off to walk at Rhossili. On the way we saw a dog run into the road who looked like a stray and was very glad when Jacqui led the dog back to a house where the owner seemed to know him - poor thing. We drove to the cliff car park and met up although missed some of the group. The mist was closing in on this cliff top village and we could hardly see the beach let alone the cliffs and bay. However we made our way down to the beach and walked along the beach - and of course I had to roll up my Jeans and get in the water! It felt like I had just put my foot in the freezer but very nice anyway and I insisted on walking up the beach without my Docs or Socks on! I tried to get Martin to go in but he was wise enough not to.
We all huddled into the cafe at the top and had a pannini and everybody had cakes. We then made our way back to the hotel.
I decided to try and find Martin and the others at the pub (after a brief walk to the castle) but in the end took a turning down to Penrice - a memorable lane which led down hill and vale to a very small and ancient isolated hill top hamlet with a medieval church looking out over the bay. Very quaint indeed.
In the evening we had our evening meal and Rose had devised some games which were great fun - testing our knowledge of music e.t.c.
After this I enjoyed a good Port and went off to bed.
At 5am I looked out of my window and it was still dark - however I could hear the sea crashing and could see almost a silver pond like sea crashing on the beach. I left the curtains open as I watched sunlight arrive over the beach - very magical.
Had breakfast and looked at the lovely clear view. However this soon clouded over and it hammered down. However we played our quartets for a while and then walked along the beach with Jacqui, Michelle and Charlotte and got bac just as the hurricane was about to start.
We had lunch and then said our goodbyes.
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Wow! It sounds like you had an amazing time... Sorry that I couldn't be there!
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