Our B&B overlooked this beautiful beach, however it wasn't calm like this.. the waves were high and the wind wipped up the sand on our legs. It was bitterly cold, but we still enjoyed our long weekend in my home town of Porthcawl.
This last weekend was my annual visit to put flowers on the graves.
One afternoon, we sat in the car drinking foul coffee from a burger van and watched several surfers and felt the cold for them!
How could they stand the cold sea?
The coffee was scalding hot so kept us warm!
We had some lovely days just enjoying the sea air, listening the the calls of the sea gulls and eaing ice-cream.
This is the light house on a rough evening.
The town is different to when I was young and living there, but there is still the same haberdashery shop there after all these years. I spent quite a while in there and bought a some pretty scissors and yarn to knit myself a jumper.
Once again we looked at the price of houses there, when I have visited there, the pull to go back is so strong, although I think of where I live now as home. The town where I was born will always be my first love!