Friday, September 12, 2014

George and the jellyfish

After Wednesday's hike out to the Worm we took it easy yesterday with a stroll down to Tor Bay. In the shelter of the cliffs it was lovely and warm but there was a cool breeze coming off the sea, which was a long way out, meaning that by the time you got there you were pretty chilled in a not good way. But we did have a dip in the sea. A very very quick dip, just to say we'd done it.

One thing we learned: don't take George with you if you fancy a bit of relaxing sun-bathing. Honestly he was worse than a child. If he wasn't digging a hole under you and covering you in sand he was woofing, demanding that someone get up, pick up his stone and go and throw it in a deep pool so he could have fun getting it out again. We kept throwing it further and further in and he kept getting quicker and quicker at getting it out.

And today we discovered another thing we shouldn't attempt with George: walk the Millennium Coastal Park at Llanelli. Not because of anything George did this time but because most of it is aimed at cyclists and dogs are supposed to be kept on leads. 

We tried an alternative route across the sand - that proved to be very slippery mud.

But we did get a wave from a friendly train driver. (The train line runs next to the beach in places.)


I'd been looking forward to going to the Millennium Coastal Park but we found it to be the sort of place you wouldn't want to go to twice. It's probably wonderful for cyclists but a bit boring and, as I said, not good for dogs.

We parked near the 'iconic' Discovery Centre - you can just see it by my shoulder in the now obligatory selfie - and began our walk on Llanelli beach. You didn't know Llanelli had a beach? Apparently it's been a well-kept secret known only to the locals, and, quite frankly, the locals can keep it.




















When the famous Stradey Park rugby ground closed down one of its goalposts was saved and has been erected in the coastal park complete with a lifesize cut-out of Llanelli's famous son, Phil Bennett, beating an All Black, in one of the small Welsh team's famous victories over the New Zealanders.

I'm demonstrating my rugby skills and providing support as you can see.


It's been a lovely week. We've taken advantage of the glorious weather and George has walked his little socks off. I have fully embraced retirement and life is pretty good.


6 comments:

Katney said...

The jellyfish appears nearly as big as George. I have certainly never seen one that big, though the ones I encountered as a child in Southern California could sting big.

nick said...

George needs a stern talking-to. He should be reminded that digging holes is the job of utility companies and not dogs. And he seems remarkably blasé about the huge jellyfish. I imagine he wouldn't be so cool if it was a fierce-looking crab scuttling towards him.

Katney said...

I don't know, Nick. It seems to me that digging is part of the job description for a dog.

Liz Hinds said...

It was, Katney! I've never seen one like it.

He wasn't in the least interested in the jellyfish, Nick. Which is a surprise as he usually investigates most things as possible food sources.

The beach did resemble our road, which has recently been dug up first by the water people and then the gas.

Leslie: said...

Tegan loves to dig a hole in the sand and then roll onto her back and dare any other dog to get in! lol

Liz Hinds said...

George did a fair bit of back-rolling too, Leslie.