"It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea......"
Yesterday, we took advantage of the beautiful weather....
...and went to commune with Dylan at Laugharne.
Above is The Boat House....
...below, his writing shed.....
...the walk to the Boat House.....
the VIEW!!!!
...the Castle.
There's a tri-fold book in here somewhere methinks!
x C
