My hubby had a blue scrap book he wrote in about his life. A4 pages that have anecdotes of when we got together, his thoughts about college, other things that meant a lot to him. About thirty years ago we visited Laugharne in Wales and went to the Boathouse where Dylan Thomas used to live. There was a museum about his life and a cafe. Hubby kept the receipt for two coffees and two Welsh cakes. That was in the book….

Then we walked up the steps from the Boathouse and along the path to where Dylan writing hut sat above the river estuary. We looked into his shed and could see papers and books and pens as he had left it. I remember the green of the trees and sparkling water.

We walked back along the path through a wood and down through a churchyard where I think he might be buried, then into the little town of Laugharne itself. We called into Brown’s hotel? If I remember correctly, I think it might have been where he drank. We chatted about Dylan life. Hubby loved his work and had taped himself reading some of his writing. I think we might still have the tapes, but I doubt if our cassette player would play them.

It was a perfect day, part of a week’s visit to Tenby and it’s surroundings. I wish I could time travel back.

The train stamps were on the same page in the book. Another love of his.