Last updated on September 24, 2020
When I think of Wales, I think of home.
Of my friends and family… my sunburned youth.
Endless days at the beach, chasing waves and girls.
Summers spent in soggy tents and cars without air conditioning.
I think of Faith and Gwenan, of Saucy Lady and sailing across Swansea Bay with my father,
wishing I could be a seagull.
Barbecues on Langland beach, sunsets at Caswell.
Riding my neon yellow-and-pink bike (six gears!) to Verdi’s for ice-cream, stopping at Ripples for more mint-choc-chip on the way home.
I think of the ‘Mumbles Mile’ and pints for 50p. Cinderellas and Covelli’s chip shop.
The White Rose.
I think of Gower pubs and the thrill of Cefn Bryn. Knowing everyone, everywhere, all the time.
The Uplands Tav. The Cross Keys.
Castle Gardens and Holbrook’s Coffee House.
Open mics and triple whiskies at The Office.
Funk nights at Barrons. Oranjeboom at Monkey.
I think of the wild lavender that grows in my aunty Marcia’s garden.
Swansea marina and its diesel-spiked sea air.
Treasure on Newton Road and the Tivoli.
Brandy Cove and Oxwich.
When I think of Wales, I think of my home, of my ugly, lovely town and its fishing-boat-bobbing sea…
Happy Saint David’s Day!
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