“FIRST VOICE (Very softly) To begin at the beginning:
MR EDWARDS: I am a draper mad with love. I love you more than all the flannelette and calico, candlewick …
MISS PRICE: I will knit you you a wallet of forget-me-nots blue, for the money to be comfy. I will warm your heart by the fire so that you can slip it in under your vest when the shop is closed … ” Under Milk Wood – Dylan Thomas
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Laugharne is a lovely place, though I still haven’t visited the Dylan Thomas place, nor explored the castle.
I’m wondering why it took me so long. Do go I really did come away inspired. On the way home a glass of Pimms in The Grove, Narbeth. What a wonderful life …
I once slept the night in an old bus just behind the town hall. The clock chimed every hour. At least I saw the sun rise over the estuary.
You know I want to ask why? … before I write, how beautiful that must have been
It was, it was cold too – suppose that gave the memory the lustre.
Why? It was the end of a long walk down Wales – I had the choice of a bus at the church surrounded by graves (no thanks!) or the one in the centre of town: no money for accommodation, no tent etc.
What imagery and memories … Thank you!