Not having much to do yesterday, and rejoicing in the possession of a newly-serviced and fully-functional car, Eoin and I decided to take a trip out to Barry Island. He hadn’t seen Gavin and Stacey, and was therefore free from preconceptions. I, on the other hand, was curious to discover whether the fiction reflected the reality.
It wasn’t really anything like I had expected: lots of beached boats, empty sand and wide, Constable-ish skies.
Looking back towards Penarth, we could see rain falling from the clouds over the coast and the sea.
All in all, it was rather lovely.
The breakwater has steps down one side, so you could play at being Louisa Musgrove on the Cobb at Lyme if the fancy took you.
Eoin thought it was all great, but I think that, in Austen terms, he sees himself more as the Captain Wentworth type. If, that is, Captain Wentworth spent most of his time in Lyme Regis trying to cadge chips from his mother. You just can’t find the heroes these days, can you?