River Taf from Dylan's Walk. photo Kath Norgrove |
Originally
fortified in the 12th century, the Largharne Castle remains date mainly from
the Tudor times. Sir John Perrott rebuilt the castle at the end of 16th century after it had been sacked twice by the Welsh. It was a
royalist stronghold during the civil war but fell in 1644.
The shore path takes you almost to the Boat House, now a museum,
where Dylan Thomas moved to in 1949 with his wife Caitlin and their two
children with a third on the way.
A steep set of steps takes you to Dylan's shed where he did most
of his writing including Under Milk Wood and his last poems. The path alongside
was originally known as 'Cliff Walk', but renamed 'Dylan's Walk' in 1958.
At the end of Dylan's Walk, the path continues through woodland
connecting with the Wales Coast path. Through fields and up a stony lane, the path
eventually means a tarmac road which takes you down to St. Martin's Church.
St. Martin's Church, the parish church of Laugharne dates from the
14th Century and was restored in the 19th Century. The
grave of Dylan Thomas is marked by a simple, white wooden cross. He died in New
YorK in 1953 during a lecture tour of the States.
A green lane brings you back into town and the shore. A couple
other buildings of note are the elegant Town Hall, rebuilt in 1746 and Braun's
Hotel, reputedly one of Dylan Thomas' favourite haunts.
In the opposite direction, rejoining the Welsh Coast Path, of
which the first part is known as Dylan's Birthday Walk, was a mainly woodland
walk around Sir John's Hill and then following alongside reclaimed marshland.
Sir John's Hill, inspired one of Dylan Thomas' poems: “Over Sir John's Hill,
The Hawk on fire hangs still....”
Finally summiting the ridge that separated the Laugharne to
Pendine Road from the marshes, we descended into Broadway where we were
staying.
1 comment:
So interesting Kath. We stayed in Largharne many years ago but I learned nothing of what you have told us in your account. We had 2 young children and I think their priority was the beach and the sea. I remember our landlady had only one arm because she had been trampled by a horse. She also told us of a thunderbolt passing in through her window and out by the door. I remember slipping one day at Pendine Sands and watching our car keys slither down between two rocks never to be retrieved!
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