Another successful weekend away with the She Who Dares girls, reliving some memories and creating some new ones. This time the accommodation was luxurious, no more outside or shared showers, comfy beds and clean linen, bliss, and compensation for the long haul down there. Laugharne was as lovely as ever, and after weeks of rain, the sun emerged, the sea sparkled and we set off for our first activity, coasteering. The water was bone numbingly cold, a shock to the system after the first jump, but still inviting. So much so that when land yachting was cancelled due to lack of wind and we were offered the choice of a walk or coasteering again on the second day, we opted for coasteering. Maybe next time we'll learn our lesson and go for the walk. Despite the chill, the scenery was spectacular, the caves secret and dark, and the jumps exhilarating.
On our one night out on the town (we were informed Laugharne was prepared) we enjoyed a sumptuous three course meal and wine at The Portreeth and live music from a young man - perched on a stool, hiding behind his Buddy Holly glasses, his mum and dad his roadies. He was good, and even after all that activity, a few of us managed a dance. Proves there's still life in the old girls yet, which reminds me, must get off to practice the new burlesque routine - blow kiss, bite glove, shoe on glove, pull off. Could prove to be an interesting maneuver.