You’ll no doubt be wanting to hear more about my flaneuring in Swansea, and no, that isn’t me in the picture above, though I do like his style. He was just one of the walkers I saw.
There was a lot of interesting architecture, the old rubbing shoulders with the new, as TV documentarians sometimes used to say.
I always wonder what it must be like being inside in the rain. Reassuring or scary? And of course there’s no shortage of rain in Wales, as I discovered.
On a rainy Saturday morning it seemed necessary to get out there and not be a fair-weather drifter. So first there was this fine structure supporting a road bridge, not far from Harry Secombe Court (honestly).
And then, and this is the beauty part, there was the Danygraig Cemetery with its many, many obelisks. Below is just a small sample.
You know, flaneurship may have a few things to offer that are more fun and frolicsome that wandering around a cemetery in the rain looking at obelisks, but not so very many, I think.
Oh yes, and probably you knew this already; but those Welsh have a different word for everything:
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