Sunday Morning 2001.
With the bright early sunshine streaming through the car windows we sat waiting for the heat of the mornings sunshine to burn off the last of the nights misty dew the morning was warm even for seven o clock in the morning.
Enjoying the coffee we had brought with us we never went far without our flask of hot water and ingredients for making our favourite beverage a habit we had picked up during our times in America.
We watched as the Gulls swooped down to the surface of the sea picking up the morsel’s of food that floated on the millpond like surface at Aberafan on the South Wales coast the tide was at low ebb.
Time to stretch our legs or at least mine as I strolled along one hand on the handle of the wheelchair as it glided along with the minimum of effort on my part we where passed by cyclists on the cycle path that ran the length of the promenade a green strip of Tarmac that separated the cycle track from the pedestrian walkway.
We chatted as we walked with other like minded souls who had come for their early morning stroll it was surprising how many people where about besides the cyclists and walkers male and female joggers trotted by with a good morning hurriedly spoken they were gone.
We stopped to watch the two men with metal detectors as they scoured the golden sands for anything that would reward them for their efforts this was not an unlikely thing to happen it was not unknown for treasure to be found on this seven mile stretch of golden sandy beach I sat on the low stone wall topped with wooden planking placed there as a seating for all.
The Spanish treasure ships that had foundered off this coastline are well documented seeking a safe shelter from storms they found instead a treacherous wind that drove them into the coastal rocks strong currents also contributed to their downfall and of course wreckers also plied their murderous trade along these coasts modern ships have also found that although they have powerful engines to drive them through the sea those same engines are no match for the wind and currents when they work in harmony to bring disaster to the unwary.
A great deal of Spanish gold has been found along the beaches of this coast from the tip of the Gower peninsular to
Llantwit Major Gold coinage and artefacts has been washed up on the storm beaches people have been well rewarded for their finds it is not only Gold that gets washed up that is valuable artefacts of tremendous value have been found.
More recent artefacts still exist a 2nd world war tank lies buried in the sand a victim of soft sand and an incoming tide for fifty odd years it has lain where it first sank sometimes the sand will be uncovered just enough to show the top of the tank but that is soon lost to sight again at the next tide as the water once again causes the sand to shift and cover up it’s victim.
Parts of wartime radar and gun emplacements buried by drifting sands are sometimes uncovered but only briefly until a few years ago the keel of a ship that had been driven aground lay exposed on the sandy beach but that has been removed.
The sea channel we were looking over had been the scene of countless acts of heroism by Lifeboat crews from along the coast in their endeavours to save the lives of foundered ships many among the lifeboat crews had lost their lives in trying to save unfortunate seamen fighting an uneven battle with the huge storms that had battered their ships to helpless hulks many among those seamen owe their lives to the Lifeboat crews.
As we sat and relaxed in the heat of the sun we glanced across the channel to the English coastline that could be plainly seen across the waters of the channel Somerset Devon and Cornwall stretched across the horizon by now we knew from experience the holiday makers in the resorts of that opposite coastline would be busy going about the business of enjoying themselves.
Looking around us we saw that it was also taking place here time had flown by as people we knew had stopped to chat and pass the time of day on the lower walkway people had set up their deckchairs whilst others lay in the hot sunshine getting their tan in shape the sandy beach also had its share of folk many had set up brightly coloured sun shade brollies others swam in the sea skimpily clad bodies lay basking in the sun some of the more daring among the young girls sat or lay topless time had certainly passed since we had first started our walk.
I think it is time for us to call in for lunch five hours had gone by since we had arrived and the sea air had made us feel the pangs of a starting hunger wishing to remain at the seafront we decided to partake of Sunday lunch at the Four Winds pub and restaurant this pub was on the seafront roadway as was the Aberafan Hotel and various other eating establishments.
We knew from past visits that each one gave quality and value for money their menu’s comparing very favourable with other restaurants in the cities of Swansea and Cardiff on the whole the people of Glamorgan where very fortunate for wherever one decided to eat whether it be in the valley’s of Cwmavon, Bryn, Measteg, or in the coastal towns of Aberafan, Porthcawl, Bridgend and all the coastal villages that sported the individuals restaurant quality was second to none we have travelled extensively in foreign climes and feel that we can form an opinion and compare ours with theirs our restaurants do NOT come second best to any .
We continued our walk to the end of the promenade there were small sailing dinghies dancing through the waves their bright coloured sails a contrast between the blue cloudless sky and the sun danced ripple of the sea a picture postcard of a scene at the beach.
Resuming our walk heading back to where we had parked the car this time walking through the footpaths of the seafront gardens the flower beds and shrubs gave a splash of colour and scented the air with their blossoms in the paddling pools and boating lake children where playing and their laughter was infectious as we walked we laughed at their antics.
Looking at the Steelworks in the distance past the dock cranes unloading coal from the huge super cargo vessels moored at the deepwater harbour we saw a plume of steam rise high into the air from the coke quencher the tall blast furnace and cranes like statues of architecture not an unpleasant sight at all.
Before leaving Aberafan beach we sat for a little while watching the fishermen and ladies beach casting from the shoreline now and again one would shout with excitement as he or she wound in their line to which was attached their latest catch flatfish seemed to be the main catch with a few Mackerel.
Time was as a younger man I fished these beaches and came away with a variety of fish Sea Bass was an everyday catch then the waters abounded with fish Tope, Plaice, Sea Bass, Whiting, Cod, and to watch the sea boil with the splashing of millions of mackerel was a sight to see sadly times have changed.
Large kites where aloft sailing on a very light breeze taking one last look at this tremendous asset to our town we drove away from the sea heading back into town we where both very tired but happy that we had spent such a glorious day at the sea side.