Dylan Thomas Boathouse — Attraction in Laugharne Township

From my diary entry (before Covid Pandemic) We walk along the shore from town, drinking in the sunshine, breeze and reach the boathouse where we climb 40 stairs up to the entrance walk. At this point there is a small writing shed of Mr Thomas' whose interior can be viewed through the window. It is full of personal belongings and a writing desk, etc. Very homey and cluttered. We hike down some more steps to the Boathouse and pay our entrance fee. There is an almost hushed reverence feeling inside (did we bring it with us?) and the quaint little sitting room downstairs has all the family photographs, knicknacks, furniture, etc. There is a deep, sonorous recording of Dylan Thomas reading from one of his stories as we peruse the remnants of his family life. Upstairs, a movie is playing about his life (rather dated) and a collection of many of his letters and books. As we leave, we visit the small gift shop near the entrance and purchase a few small items. We walk the upper road path back to the village and visit a lovely small cemetery...

We were married here on Friday . From start to finish , it was a lovely experience. From meeting Andrew a few weeks ago to organise the details, the communication was brilliant, he couldn't have been more helpful and lovely. On the day, the weather wasn't kind, Storm Amy set in but it didn't dampen things , it's such a beautiful location, to see the estuary a bit wild was wonderful! Camartheshire register office were also wonderful. The homemade cream tea was delicious, plenty of scones, clotted cream , jam and tea(and champagne 🍾 which we had taken ourselves) . We have half a giant scone left that they'd made especially for us, working our way through it! All in all a great day, Thank you to you all ....

Lovely coastal walk, Laugharne village, and Dylan Thomas's cottage and a castle are all very picturesque and you can imagine First Voice and Mr Pugh on the sea breeze...

First Voice (very softly) : To begin at the beginning : It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bibleblack, the cobblestreets silent and hunched, courters and rabbits' wood limping invisible down the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea. ... Mr Pugh : Here's your arsenic, dear. And your weedkiller biscuit. I've throttled the parakeet. And spat in your vases. I've put cheese in the mousehole. Here's your...... Nice tea dear.

In close proximity to the 13th century Laugharne Castle and the estuary of...