When I lived in London, I lived in a flat overlooking the Thames near Dartford Bridge (believe me, not as glamorous as it sounds – although it did mean that when I sang along to London Calling by the Clash I could actually mean the words “I live by the river!” Which I thought was stupidly cool). Anyway, even though I loved watching the ships going up and down the Thames while I was doing the washing up, in winter – when the London fog arrived – it was a pain. We’d be woken up in the middle of the night by the fog horn warning ships off the mud. A sporadic – but annoyingly predictable – double honk every thirty seconds or so.
Anyway, when we went for a walk along the cliffs at Nash Point and came face to face with the fog horn it brought all those memories back. Lucky for everyone sleeping nearby (the cottages around the lighthouse are available to rent), the fog horn isn’t in use anymore – and only sounds for tourists on the first Saturday and third Sunday of every month. The Lighthouse itself at Trwyn yr As – or Nash Point – was actually the last manned lighthouse in Wales, but is still used to warn ships away from Nash Sands.
It’s a lovely place for a cup of coffee (there’s a small cafe opposite the car park) and a short walk over the cliffs, or – if you’re up for it – a long walk to Llantwit Major along the coast. 🙂
The weekend before last, we decided to take Bungle on a late night trip in the car for a cheeky KFC (for us not him, he’d just finished his Kibble, Tuna and Egg dinner). He had his head out of the window the whole way there, through the drive through and back home, and seemed to be loving it… right up until Sunny caught a glimpse in the wing mirror of him throwing up down the side of the car (and probably onto the one behind…). We didn’t really know how bad it was until we parked up, got out and surveyed the car’s brand new kibble, tuna and egg pebble-dashed back end. So yeah, Bungle’s allowed out and about now, but taking him in the car is risky. But, on Sunday the weather was so lovely that we decided to risk it for a biscuit and drive him to Porthkerry Park in Barry. 🙂
I never realised how massive a place it is. Tucked off a residential street; the park sprawls right down to the beach with walks splintering off through fields, across streams and into the woods. It’s made for dogs (and people who love dog watching 🙂 ). The perfect place to spend a Sunday with a picnic or a barbecue – and there’s so much space there that you’ll never feel cramped out.
We stopped in the cafe for lunch (which is totally dog-friendly) and Bungle made friends with Max the pug…
…And then snogged down a cup of dog friendly frozen yoghurt.
…And he managed to keep it down on the drive back. Phew!