We had forgotten that the high tide covers the footpath along the rivers-edge. And so, after climbing down the steps just under Dylan Thomas’ writing-shed at Laugharne this afternoon, we sat down on the red rocks where the path was disappearing into the water.
As we sat, we talked about family, about fear, justice and forgiveness; and we listened to the waves and the estuary birds; and we watched the line of foam as it looped and curved past the rocks by our feet, the moving line of the sea water and the river water meeting. Then we climbed back up the steps and walked around, to rejoin our path.
sian barlow 