Sundays are the days when we visit Paul Mary’s’ son. He cooks Sunday dinner and I’m allowed some of it too.
Last week Remembrance Sunday we did not go as the walk was up to our local park, where Mary sits quietly and remembers all those who have gone before us, Up to Heaven,
This Sunday I thought maybe our visit would be cancelled as high winds lashing rain hit this part of S.Wales.
The smell of pasties cooking gave me a clue that pasty would be on the mnu.
The wind and rain lifted and Mary made preparations for the visit.
Excitedly I jump into the boot of the car and tuck my bushy tail in. Just to make sure that part of my fur doesn’t get caught when the boot closes Mary kindly puts a blanket across me. Once the
boot is shut I push the blanket out of the way.
Driving to Swansea traffic light along the way were green; hardly any cars either so we arrived to park in Paul’s restruant ( we are allowed to park there on Sundays) in record time, Paul was
still in bed so I went up to give him one of my welcome licks.
Mary unpacked and put the kettle on. By the time the kettle had boiled Paul was up and after making the drinks gave me a drink of water.
After our meal of carrots/peas/potatoes/small piece pasty topped with gravy. The adults had another cup of tea and as they say ‘let the dinner go down’. The sun came out and it was dry, so outdoor
gear was put on including my lead.
Our walk took us over by the National Water Museum. Here the Winter Wonderland was up and we walked through it. A fun fair with kiddies roundabouts, and the old fashioned roundabout of horses. I
heard Mary comment on how this year she must have a ride on them. The ‘Big Wheel’ was up too, When riding on this marvelous views of Swansea Bay and Devon on one side and Swansea the other, but
only on a clear day,
Next was along by the Marina heading over to the beach by the Civic centre,
Now my excitement was aroused as I knew that just over the brow of the hill was the Beach’, Even before seeing it I could hear the sound of waves crashing on to the sand, I was not allowed off the
lead until reaching the point where we could all safely go down to the sand. Once there I was free to run and trying to go in the sea I found a bit cold so continued sniffing and running, Last time
I was down here I found loads of balls but today only one! And that was broken, managed a little play.
Went back along the front to Marina and by ‘Dylan Thomas Centre‘, Mary was admiring and commenting on the old architecture on the buildings
Back at Paul’s flat I rested and after Mary and Paul had seen the Xmas Parade we went back home,
From my place on the floor I could hear the marching bands; cries and cheers of delight of everyone out in the street;
With Mary reminding Paul of some of the things they used to do such as riding on floats, of the characters on the floats, marching down the street in uniform on Remembrance Day, I was able to get
Once the procession had gone by the tree outside Paul’s’ room lit up –magic - and Christmas season now about to start.
So folks that was a great Sunday.
So long folks woof woof.
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