Chapter Two, in which Juggler sails to . . . a shell on Swansea beach.
"...Swansea surrounds me like a sweaty blanket, it's nice to be in urbanity (I went in search of a bakery and a cafe') but shops are the same nationwide. The first impression I got is that all the shops are closed down and boarded up, to be replaced by "Super Shops" which sell everything one could possibly need, like cigs, milk, fags and papers. Swansea has a modern shopping gallery just the same as anywhere. The older part of town is similar to Reading or Leicester. I found battery terminals to link my two together, film for my camera, batteries for my Psion and GPS, distilled water for the charging, boiling, batteries.
Things on sale which made me chuckle are a beer named "Blob". Gold plastic 13 amp plugs and a skin tight pink lame' mini dress.
The Old Maid Cafe' has a painted 3/4 scale hardboard Old Maid in the window, wearing long black skirts, broccade and lace neck, topped with half-eyes and a silver bun. The most exciting thing I saw was a calender with pictures of the Welsh coastline, the Gower, Milford Haven, and north Wales are all beautiful. Especially when taken on sunny days with large format cameras.
I wonder if a fan heater will be useful to dry out the damp. Juggler has become more fish than fowl after her voyage and is damp as a sea cave. I could light a charcoal fire but it is simply too warm already. The damp is partly due to very muggy weather which feels like having a mildly feverish temperature.
I've checked with various people (Boots checkout girl, Old Maid Cafe' waitress, Marina office staff) that it is not just me who is gruggy, all reports say the weather is the cause. So I'll just plod on into my adventure...." Read more
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