Mumbles Visitors, Swansea Bay, Wales, UK, June 9, 2019

Mumbles Visitors, Swansea Bay, Wales, UK, June 9, 2019

Photographs by Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts

John was waiting for me to come down from Oystermouth Castle hill.

Oystermouth Castle (Welsh: Castell Ystum Llwynarth) is a Norman stone castle in Wales, overlooking Swansea Bay on the east side of the Gower Peninsula near the village of the Mumbles.

I looked down seeing Mumbles village.

We walked along the shops of Mumbles center toward the promenade by Swansea Bay.

Beautiful baskets of mixed flowers are hung in front of some shops and bars.

Father and son were enjoying ice-cream together by the view of Swansea bay.

Swansea bay at the time of a receding tide.

People enjoyed walking along the promenade of Swansea bay.

Over all the mountaintops is peace.

In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath.

The little birds in the forest are silent.

Wait then; soon you, too, will have peace.



Leave home In the sunshine: Dance through a meadow – Or sit by a stream and just be. The lilt of the water Will gather your worries And carry them down to the sea.




The morning sun, the new sweet earth and the great silence



Once you have heard meadowlark                                                                                                                       and caught the scent of fresh-plowed earth,                                                                                                                            you cannot escape peace.



I lay in a meadow until the unwrinkled serenity

entered into my bones, and made me into one                                          with the browsing kine, the still greenery,                  the drifting clouds, and the swooping birds. 

By ALICE JAMES 91848 – 1892)



I can’t bear a journey to the village –

I’m too contented here. I call my son to close the wooden gate. Thick wine drunk in quiet woods, green moss, Jade gray water under April winds –

and beyond the simmering dusk of the wild.



Do not let trifles disturb your tranquility of mind.

Life is too precious to be sacrificed for the nonessential and transient.



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Oystermouth Castle, Swansea, Wales, UK, June 9, 2019

Oystermouth Castle, Swansea, Wales, UK, June 9, 2019

Photographs by Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts

This is the Gower Peninsula’s finest castle, standing on a small hill with a magnificent view over Swansea Bay in the resort town of Mumbles. It is well-preserved, intricate and exciting to explore. Oystermouth Castle was founded by William de Londres of Ogmore Castle

We enjoyed walking in the woods in back of the Castle, near the chapel window.

 Sun shines on leaves 

Touching little pink flowers

On the ground a patch of light yellow-green grass

A bush of dark green plants near by

On the surface of the castle wall

Creates a harmony of textures

And shades of green

A moment of utopia on earth

I was so happy to be surrounded by nature. We need to protect the forests and create more green places for all of us to enjoy.

Peace with Nature, where all life originates.

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Monday, June 17, 2019

Here there are beautiful tall trees.

 There is a woods in back of the castle.

Sun shines through the space between the leaves that cover the tree branches, casting a beautiful shadow on the tree trunk.

Adults and children have a good time walking through the woods.

I love the roots of the tree, growing out and wrapping around the trunk of the tree.

John walked out of the woods, unexpextedly viewing a large open space of neatly cut grass.

With a special lens I viewed the beautiful pink flowers inside the castle.

Oystermouth Castle (Welsh: Castell Ystum Llwynarth) is a Norman stone castle in Wales, overlooking Swansea Bay on the east side of the Gower Peninsula near the village of the Mumbles.

Oystermouth Castle, showing the gatehouse and the chapel window

 The chapel (on the second floor of the chapel block) has 14th century traceried windows. According to local tradition the chapel was built under the direction of Aline de Mowbray.

People enjoyed playing football on the grass. I enjoyed viewing the shadow of the castle cast upon the grass.

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Oystermouth Castle, Mumbles Village, Swansea Bay, Wales, UK, 6.9.2019

Oystermouth Castle, Mumbles Village, Swansea Bay, Wales, UK, June 9, 2019

Photographs by Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts

Oystermouth Castle (Welsh: Castell Ystum Llwynarth) is a Norman stone castle in Wales, overlooking Swansea Bay on the east side of the Gower Peninsula near the village of the Mumbles.

The early castle The first castle was founded by William de Londres of Ogmore Castle soon after 1106 following the capture of Gower by the Normans. In 1116 the Welsh of Deheubarth retook the Gower Peninsula and forced William to flee his castle which was put to the torch. The castle was rebuilt soon afterwards, but was probably destroyed again in 1137 when Gower was once more retaken by the princes of Deheubarth. The Londres or London family finally died out in 1215 when Gower was again taken by the Welsh under the leadership of Llywelyn the Great. In 1220 the Welsh were expelled from the peninsula and the government of Henry III of England returned the barony of Gower to John de Braose who rebuilt both Swansea Castle and Oystermouth.

In the 13th century the Braose family were Lords of Gower and held the castle as part of their extensive land holdings and titles, including other castles on Gower and in the Welsh Marches. The de Braose dynasty could afford to rebuild Oystermouth castle in stone. A high curtain wall was built, internal buildings added, a chapel, basements,three storey residential buildings with fireplaces and garderobes on each floor. The castle had every residential feature necessary for living in some comfort and was also refortified cleverly. Towards the end of the century Oystermouth rather than Swansea Castle became their principal residence. Edward I paid a brief visit here in December 1284.

By 1331 the Lords of Gower were living elsewhere and the castle declined in importance in the 14th century.

The daughter of the last de Breos Lord, Aline de Breos, who improved the chapel making it one of the finest in any castle in south Wales, later married John de Mowbray, and the Lordship of Gower including the castle at Oystermouth passed to the de Mowbrays through this marriage, and then to the Herbert family, and finally the Somersets, who became successive Marquis of Worcester and finally Dukes of Beaufort.

Decline and decay After the Middle Ages, the castle gradually fell into ruin. A survey of Gower made in 1650 describes Oystermouth Castle as [a]n old decayed castle of no use, but of a very pleasant situation. It was portrayed in art in the 18th century as a picturesque ruin, and was restored by George Grant Francis in the 1840s while the castle was owned by the then Duke of Beaufort. In 1927 the Duke of Beaufort gave the castle to Swansea Corporation; today, the castle is maintained under the responsibility of the City and County of Swansea council.

2000s restoration In 2009 the National Assembly for Wales announced it was investing £19 million in the country’s heritage sites in an attempt to boost tourism.[1] As part of the programme Oystermouth Castle closed in 2010 while it underwent a £1 m refurbishment; it reopened to the public in July the following year.[2] Following the first phase of conservation works Oystermouth Castle reopened to the public in mid July 2011. The scheme includes new visitor facilities, an educational space, improvements to access and a 30-foot high glass viewing platform and bridge that leads to Alina’s Chapel.

Notable features of the castle On either side of the entrance gate the walls curve inward, showing that at one time there were supposed to be two round towers built into the gatehouse. It is unknown whether these were ever built.

The chapel (on the second floor of the chapel block) has 14th century traceried windows. According to local tradition the chapel was built under the direction of Aline de Mowbray.

Remnants of an ornate medieval painting dating back to the 14th century have recently been found in the chapel. The surviving painting is thought to be over 700 years old and was spotted during conservation work in the historic attraction’s chapel area. Exposure to the elements has taken its toll on the painting over time but expert Cadw analysis suggests it’s a double-arched canopy that contains the figures of angels. Some of the clear elements of the painting that remain include a wing with multiple feathers and circular shapes that form a head with yellow hair surrounded by a nimbus. It’s thought the painting is both highly important and testimony to the original design of the chapel attributed to Alina de Breos in the early 14th century that once formed part of a larger work of art.

This is the Gower Peninsula’s finest castle, standing on a small hill with a magnificent view over Swansea Bay in the resort town of Mumbles. It is well-preserved, intricate and exciting to explore. Oystermouth Castle was founded by William de Londres of Ogmore Castle

Ogmore Castle early in the 12th century. Of this first castle, which was probably a ringwork and bailey on the highest part of the hill, there is now no trace. The castle later came to be the chief residence of the lords of Gower, and its history became intimately connected with that of Swansea Castle.

The earliest stone building of the castle, the keep, dates from the 12th century. This is the building straight ahead of the entrance. It has been much altered and incorporated into a later block, of which it now forms the southern half. Originally it was a free-standing, rectangular building, entered through an arched doorway, now blocked to the right of the present entrance porch. The great hall would have been on the first floor. Twice the Welsh burnt this early castle, first in 1116 and later in 1215.

In the 13th century the de Braoses were lords of Gower and held the castle, and towards the end of the century Oystermouth rather than Swansea became their principal residence. Edward I paid a brief visit here in December 1284. The de Braoses rebuilt the castle in stone, and most of what remains today is from that period. On the east and west sides is a high and impressive curtain wall with a wall-walk along the top. At its north-east end this leads to a garderobe and then rises to a small tower from which the panoramic view is magnificent. This is a good place from which to appreciate the lovely south window of the chapel. On its north side the castle is enclosed by the outside walls of several residential blocks.

The castle entrance on the south side is an arched passage flanked by what were originally two half-round towers. These have had their fronts hacked off, and the remainder patched and tidied up. Inside the castle the southern part is an open courtyard, with remains of two long, rectangular buildings against the curtain walls on either side of the entrance. The rest of the castle buildings fill the northern end. Behind the keep is a rectangular room with small windows and a fireplace in the south wall. Above this was the lord’s private apartment, or solar, and below is a basement.

A narrow passage leads through the top floor of the north-west block, thought to be the earliest stone addition to the castle after the keep. It is a high, three storey block with a barrel-vaulted basement, and similar middle floor, now held up by a modern pillar. In the south-east corner there is a fascinating narrow passage, dimly lit by narrow slits, which leads back to the keep. It skirts round a spiral staircase which can be glimpsed through its slits. To the west of the keep is a small guardroom. The north end of the west range is a three-storey residential building with fireplaces and garderobes on each floor. To the south is a range with steps leading down to two barrel-vaulted basements and steps up to a large, once well-lit room, with the remains of a large fireplace in its west wall. Apparently the de Braoses lived in some comfort here.

There remains the chapel block on the east side, architecturally the high point of the castle. It was added in the early 14th century, and is usually attributed to Lady Alenora de Mowbray, wife of lord John Mowbray who held the castle then. It blends in well with the rest of the castle, but its detail suggest a much greater level of refinement. On the ground floor are a large fireplace, narrow trefoil-headed splayed windows and a garderobe in the south-east corner. Above is a similar floor. But on the top floor was a large chapel, the great glory of which is its east window. This and the other chapel windows, retain their fine tracery, the finest of the period of any window in south-east Wales.

The chapel use was short-lived, for by 1331 the lords of Gower lived elsewhere. A gradual decline set in, and by the 16th century the castle was ruined. It still has the power to stir the imagination.

Welsh’ s Flag with red dragon as a symbol

Mumbles’ Village

I stood on the hill of Oystermouth Castle and looked down to Swansea Bay, the pier extending onto the beach, where the light house stands tall by the edge of the bay.

We enjoyed viewing outside of the Castle with beautiful yellow flowers in full bloom near the stone structure of the Castle creating a romantic atmosphere.

Two bouquets of pink flowers growing out of the wall as if it is an invitation saying “Hello” to the visitors who come to enjoy the Castle. Plants and trees beautify the place and surroundings creating oxygen for us to breath at the same time taking in carbon dioxide giving a healthy environment.

Sunlight shines on the leaves, giving different shades of green and light yellow as if the artist painted them on a canvas.

This is a glimpse of beauty that nature creates, if we take notice, cultivate, and enjoy it in our beautiful world.

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Dylan Thomas ‘Poems, Seagulls, Swansea Centre, and the Shoppers, Wales, UK, on, May 25, 2019

Dylan Thomas ‘Poems, Seagulls, Swansea Center, and the Shoppers, Wales, UK, on, May 25, 2019

Photographs by Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts

Oh, Seagulls!

You are free

Flying above people

Landing on the roofs and on the ground

Walking among people

As if you are the shoppers

Picking throw away food

For your delicious meals

Swansea is your home

No place like Home

Poem written by Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Saturday, June 8, 2019, 12:30 a.m.

While I was walking among the Welsh, I thought about Dylan Thomas. He is one of my favorite artists. I wish that he would have lived longer than thirty-nine years. He passed away on November 9, 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday.

Dylan Thomas was one of the great Poet and writer in his time, 1914-1953 and at the present time. He was born in Swansea on October 27, 1914. He was a son of the senior English master at the grammar School in Swansea.

He worked briefly at the South Wales Evening Post before embarking on a literary career in London. He wrote eighteen poems in 1934, twenty-five poems in 1936.

He wrote, The Map of London in 1939, Deaths and Entrances in 1946, and, In Country Sleep, in 1952.

Dylan Thomas’ collected poems 1934-1952 was published in 1952.

Throughout his life he also wrote short stories, the most famous collection being the autobiographical stories comprising, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog, in 1940.

During the 1940s and early 1950s he also wrote film scripts, and features and talks for radio.

Between 1950 and 1953 he went on four lecturing visits to America, and it was on the last of these trips that he completed his radio play for voices, Under Milk Wood.

On November 9, 1953, shortly after his thirty-ninth birthday, he collapsed and died in New York City. He is buried in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, which had become his main home since 1949.

On March 1, 1982 a memorial stone to commemorate Dylan Thomas was unveiled in ‘Poets’ Corner’ in Westminster Abbey.

The above information was taken from, “The Collected Stories Dylan Thomas”, edited by Walford Davies, introduced by Leslie Norris.

Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

The night above the dingle starry,

Time let me hail and climb

Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

And honoured among wagons

I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time

I lordly had the trees and leaves

Trail with daisies and barley

Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree,

famous among the barns

About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,

In the sun that is young once only,

Time let me play and be

Golden in the mercy of his means,

And green and golden

I was huntsman and herdsman,

the calves Sang to my horn,

the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,

And the sabbath rang slowly

In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running,

it was lovely,

the hay Fields high as the house,

the tunes from the chimneys, it was air

And playing, lovely and watery

And fire green as grass.

And nightly under the simple stars

As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,

All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars

Flying with the ricks, and the horses

Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white

With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all

Shining, it was Adam and maiden,

The sky gathered again

And the sun grew round that very day.

So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm

Out of the whinnying green stable

On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house

Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,

In the sun born over and over,

I ran my heedless ways,

My wishes raced through the house high hay

And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows

In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs

Before the children green and golden

Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me

Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,

In the moon that is always rising,

Nor that riding to sleep

I should hear him fly with the high fields

And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,

Time held me green and dying

Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

From Read Me 2: A Poem For Every Day of The Year

The Song of the Mischievous Dog by Dylan Thomas

There are many who say that a dog has its day,

There are others who think that a lobster is pink,

And that bees never work in their hives.

There are fewer, of course, who insist that a horse

Has a horn and two humps on its head,

And a fellow who jests that a mare can build nests Is as rare as a donkey that’s red.

Yet in spite of all this, I have moments of bliss,

For I cherish a passion for bones,

And though doubtful of biscuit,

I’m willing to risk it,

And I love to chase rabbits and stones.

But my greatest delight is to take a good bite

At a calf that is plump and delicious;

And if I indulge in a bite at a bulge,

Let’s hope you won’t think me too vicious.

From Read Me: A Poem A Day

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

30 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears,

I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

From A Poem For Every Night of The Year

From ‘Under Milk Wood’ by Dylan Thomas

Every morning when I wake,

Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,

O please do keep Thy lovely eye

On all poor creatures born to die

And every evening at sun-down

I ask a blessing on the town,

For whether we last the night or no

I’m sure is always touch-and-go.

We are not wholly bad or good

Who live our lives under Milk Wood,

And Thou, I know, wilt be the first

To see our best side, not our worst.

O let us see another day!

Bless us all this night, I pray,

 And to the sun we all will bow

And say, good-bye – but just for now!

From A Poem For Every Day Of The Year

And Death Shall Have No Dominion by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead man naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan’t crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

From A Poem For Every Day Of The Year

From love’s first fever by Dylan Thomas

From love’s first fever to her plague, from the soft second

And to the hollow minute of the womb,

From the unfolding to the scissored caul,

The time for breast and the green apron age

When no mouth stirred about the hanging famine,

All world was one, one windy nothing,

My world was christened in a stream of milk.

And earth and sky were as one airy hill.

The sun and mood shed one white light.

From the first print of the unshodden foot, the lifting

Hand, the breaking of the hair,

From the first scent of the heart, the warning ghost, And to the first dumb wonder at the flesh,

The sun was red, the moon was grey, The earth and sky were as two mountains meeting.

The body prospered, teeth in the marrowed gums,

The growing bones, the rumour of the manseed

Within the hallowed gland, blood blessed the heart,

And the four winds, that had long blown as one,

Shone in my ears the light of sound,

Called in my eyes the sound of light.

And yellow was the multiplying sand,

Each golden grain spat life into its fellow,

Green was the singing house.

The plum my mother picked matured slowly,

The boy she dropped from darkness at her side Into the sided lap of light grew strong,

Was muscled, matted, wise to the crying thigh,

And to the voice that, like a voice of hunger,

Itched in the noise of wind and sun.

And from the first declension of the flesh

I learnt man’s tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts

Into the stony idiom of the brain,

To shade and knit anew the patch of words

Left by the dead who, in their moonless acre,

Need no word’s warmth.

The root of tongues ends in a spentout cancer,

That but a name, where maggots have their X.

I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret;

The code of night tapped on my tongue;

What had been one was many sounding minded.

One wound, one mind, spewed out the matter,

One breast gave suck the fever’s issue;

From the divorcing sky I learnt the double,

The two-framed globe that spun into a score;

A million minds gave suck to such a bud As forks my eye;

Youth did condense; the tears of spring

Dissolved in summer and the hundred seasons;

One sun, one manna, warmed and fed.

Poem by Dylan Thomas

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Swansea Center, Wall Murals and the Shoppers on, May 26&28, 2019

Swansea Center, Wall Murals and the Shoppers on, May 26&28, 2019

Photographs by Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts

  The USA flag shows the location of American Hotel by the beach in Swansea.

We left Swansea beach and walked toward TESCO supermarket, which took about 10 minutes and it is close to the Shopping Center. We saw a man sitting on the sidewalk.

 We are not sure that he wanted to rest or beg.

 We arrived at TESCO and found out that the supermarket closes early on Sunday.

 I love to see the rays of sun rays upon the building.

 After TESCO we walked toward home, we went through Bus Station. We saw a young man outside Bus Station. He asked for change while we were passing him.

This young lady, holding a cigarette, standing by a door inside the Bus Station, asked us for change as well.

This sign inside the bus station advertises the Quadrant Shopping Center.

There were not many people traveling on Sunday, only these two pigeons, who enjoyed walking freely.

After we came out of the Bus Station, another man asked us for money. I am sad to see these people begging for money. I do not know what are their circumstances that caused them to beg. But I wish someone or the government would help them both mentally and physically.

 We passed a Tattoo shop and I was glad to see the mural on the wall. I noticed that tattoos are very popular here. I saw both men and women with tattoos, some only on an arm or leg, but some have tattoo’s covering a lot of their body. I thought that only young people love to tattoos for fashion, but I also saw middle aged people with tattoos.

I presume that this wall mural was produced by, Fresh Murals Co.

The signature shown here is, Read and Weeps.

An interesting graffiti near the wall mural.

John was waiting for me as I was taking photographs of the wall mural. The advertising on the opposite wall between people at both ends and John sitting by the tattoo sign made it an interesting composition.

We passed the Swansea Grand Theatre.


I like the sign of this Indian Cuisine restaurant.

Interesting mural on the store gate of a Tatto Lab shop.

Volunteer, Donate and Service, for good causes are good for society at last.

There is quite a mixed population in Swansea. Many Arabic shops, and Chinese shops on St. Helens Road and also Arabic, Chinese, Indian, and Thai restaurants throughout Swansea. So, we see all races of people walking on Swansea streets.

This is Swansea Shopping center, where I took these photographs on Tuesday, May 28, 2019.

By accident, I captured a picture of Phyllis neighbors and friends, Mikey, and Betty, his sister, stood next to him, they were talking to someone. These two people were very helpful to Phyllis, John’s sister. We are very grateful for their generosity.

John told me that he saw Chinese people in Swansea more than in previous years.

I was really surprised and enjoyed seeing this Seagull eating French frys on the tray, as if he or she was one of Burger King’s customers.

It is fun to see our reflection on the glass window.

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Swansea Beach and the Visitors on Sunday, May 26, 2019

Swansea Beach and the Visitors on Sunday, May 26, 2019

  First thing we did before we went out of the house is to enjoy the blooming of spring flowers in Phyllis’s little garden. We miss Mom and Phyllis who devoted their energy and time taking care of family and this house. We wish they were here. Please do not fight, we will all perish one day, soon or later. Please get along and enjoy each other while you can.

I love plants and beautiful flowers. Thanks, Phyllis and Mom who created a beautiful little place for us.

Swansea Library allowed us to be temporary members. As members we can use free internet for 2 hours each day. Without membership free internet is only available for 30 minutes a day. For the record, we went to Swansea city center and asked a shop the cost of using the internet. The rate was 1 pound for 20 minutes. The library and the shop are the same distance from the house we are staying in. We appreciate the help Swansea Library gives to foreigners and others who come to visit Swansea.

After visiting the library, we usually enjoy the beach which is situated right next to the library. In fact, the large library windows look out directly onto Swansea Bay.

John was eager to step onto the beach, to walk about enjoying the scenery and remembering his youth playing here every chance he could.

We visited Swansea beach about two years ago, on Monday, October 9, 2017 and I wrote a poem as follows: Swansea Shore!

A poor little bird Standing on the edge

Watching the sea roll by

My poor sick husband Trying to compose himself Breathing in the fresh air Oh, Swansea Shore!

I came here before Seeing the waves Rolling and hugging you

In and out with the rhythm of the tides

Oh, Swansea Shore! I will come here again In the sunset of my life

And you will still be here For the long centuries to come

My little Grandson Kai

Holding his hands with his parents

Walking along the shore

Another younger generations will come

Admiring you with the sunset or the sunrise

The full moon appearing in the sky You will give pleasure for all to see,

Oh, Swansea Shore!

I love you!

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Wednesday, October 11, 2017, 4:17 am

This was one of the pictures that I took two years ago, which I posted along with my poem.

The information about the Swansea Bay which I posted when we came to Swansea last time. “Swansea Bay (Welsh: Bae Abertawe) is a bay on the Bristol Channel on the southern coast of Wales. Places on the bay include Swansea and Port Talbot. The River Neath, River Tawe, River Afan, River Kenfig and Clyne River flow into the bay. Swansea Bay (and upper reaches of the Bristol Channel) experience a large tidal range. The shipping ports in Swansea Bay are Swansea Docks, Port Talbot Docks and Briton Ferry wharfs. Oyster fishing was once an important industry in Swansea Bay, employing 600 people at its height in the 1860s. However, overfishing, disease and pollution had all but wiped out the oyster population by 1920. In 2005 plans were announced to reintroduce the Oyster farming industry.[1]” Beaches[edit] The bay is lined with sandy beaches. Each stretch of beach within the bay has its own individual name: • Aberavon Beach • Baglan Bay • Jersey Marine Beach • Swansea Beach • Mumbles Beach For more information please visit the following link:

 “Swansea Bay: Harnessing the power of our tides • Did you know… the UK has the second highest tidal range in the world and the difference in the range at Swansea Bay is a massive 7-9 metres! • Dave Sagan, Project Manager • An iconic, world-first infrastructure project in South West Wales • Swansea Bay Tidal Lagoon will be the world’s first tidal lagoon power plant. • A tidal lagoon is a ‘U’ shaped breakwater, built out from the coast which has a bank of hydro turbines in it. Water fills up and empties the man-made lagoon as the tides rise and fall. We generate electricity on both the incoming and outgoing tides, four times a day, every day. • Due to the incredible tides on the West Coast of Britain, by keeping the turbine gates shut for just three hours, there is already a 14ft height difference in water between the inside and the outside of the lagoon. Power is then generated as the water rushes through 200ft long draft tubes, rotating the 23ft diameter hydro turbines. • The project was awarded a Development Consent Order in 2015 and is primed for construction. It will comprise 16 hydro turbines, a six-mile breakwater wall, generating electricity for 155,000 homes for the next 120 years. Its major delivery partners include Atkins, General Electric, Andritz Hydro, Le aing O’Rourke and Alun Griffiths Ltd.” For more information please visit the following link: I posted the above information about two years ago. I was so glad for the new pollution free project for Wales. I hoped that I would enjoy seeing this project come to reality when we visit Swansea next time. But unfortunately, the project still has not been completed. I hope that no matter what party is in control, the project will still go through. This will benefit the people, help the environment of the country, and in turn the world at large.

I always enjoy seeing the, “funny humps” on the horizon, which is the lighthouse at the Mumbles end of Swansea Bay.

“Swansea Bay: Wind plans In addition to tidal power, construction of an offshore windfarm in the Bay has been approved,[9] but construction has now been deferred owing to the costs involved. The windfarm was to have been sited at Scarweather Sands, about 5 km (3 mi) off the coast and visible from Porthcawl.” For more information please visit the following link: I posted above information in 2017, when we visited Swansea last time. We saw some of the wind mills in two locations while we were on the Bus from Heathrow airport to Swansea city. Two of the large wind mills are in the photograph.

The lady enjoyed walking on the pathway along the beach.

John concentrated on capturing the action on the beach.  

The fresh air and gentle breeze against these two bikers faces on this beautiful seashore will to be remembered by them.

John probably said “Got it”. One of his perfect photographs, he captured on the beach.

A little one had fun on the beach with brother and mother. I wish to see Kai and his parents on the beach with us.

I saw at least two people holding equipment for digging worms for fishing.

Some people enjoyed the cool breeze on the steps while the tide was out before the waves roll back in covering the steps again.

Riding on the path next to beach is fun, especially having a loved one hugging you by the waist.

Happiness is freedom to enjoy biking, walking, or sitting in the pleasant atmosphere on Swansea beach.

 Swansea Bay, Pollution: For the last two decades of the 20th century, the bay was blighted by pollution, partly from the surrounding heavy industry and partly from sewerage outlets being sited at inappropriate locations including the main one that was located just seaward of Mumbles Lighthouse. A pumping station inside the cliff adjacent to Knab Rock brought all of Swansea city’s effluent in a raw form to this point. Adding to the problem was the natural current flow of the waters in the Bay which often did not move the polluted waters further out to sea. Ironically, the outgoing tide did not carry the raw sewage down the adjacent Bristol Channel, but instead cause it to be sucked in around the circumference of the Bay and only then out down the Channel. If not fully discharged on that tide, the incoming tide would then push the same effluent up the Channel, and once again circulate around the Bay. Efforts were made by the local authority to reduce the pollution in the Bay but care had to be taken to ensure the pollution did not move to the popular beach resorts in south Gower instead. This original sewer outlet was finally made inactive in around 1996 following the construction of a brand new pipeline which ran all the way back around the Bay following the line of the old Mumbles Railway as far as Beach Street, along the sea-side of the Maritime Quarter and through Swansea Docks to a new £90 million sewage treatment plant at Crymlyn Burrows near Port Tennant from which a new outlet was made, extending further out to sea. As a consequence of the huge improvement these works have made, it is hoped that Swansea Bay will achieve Blue Flag Beach status. Aberavon beach was awarded Blue Flag status in December 2007.[2]” For more information please visit the following link:

After the tide went out, it showed the remaining evidence of the living organisms that exist on the beach.

Soft sand on the sea shore is probably comfortable for running.

I asked John, “What is this big lump of sand? It Looks like poop.” He said, “ That hole was the place where people used a pipe do draw core sample of deeper sand to find warms for fishing. The sand in the pipe get discard on the surface.” One can learn new things, no matter how old you are.

I enjoyed seeing different types of shell, big and small.

 Shells are everywhere on the curve of tide waves that end on the beach. Like our hearts beating, the tide never stops its rhythmic cycle. in and out regularly like our heart beat that never stop until we no longer breath, as if when the tide never came back the beach lay dry and the organisms on the beach are vanishing.

I collected different types of shells for Kai while thinking of him, hoping that he will enjoy seeing the shells from the Swansea shore.

 I wish we would appreciate the sea more than we do, so that we will keep it clean from polution that humans dump in the sea including large quantities of plastic. The earth is not only for humans use. It belongs to all the organisms that live in the sea.

The sun cast our shadow on the beach for me to capture and remember our walk that beautiful day. “We miss you! We miss you! Until we meet again!

 I love this photo where John walked on the beautiful smooth sand, casting his perfect shadow at a 45 degrees angle. In front of him is a tall building reaching into the clouds and blue sky.

The wall dividing the United States and Mexico is a political problem for immigrants into USA, but not this wall.

Playing on the beach with mother and brother is fun, and happy time. They will remember this moment as long as they live.

A pretty young lady on walks alonghe beach.

The wind blows the hair while a cool breeze brings pleasure.

This gentleman is enjoying a time with no rain in the comfortable atmosphere of Swansea beach.

 Millions of pictures were taken by the beach for love ones at home or as a personal memory of the Swansea shore.

 I came to Swansea many times before, when Mom, John’s Mother and Phyllis, John’s sister were still alive. Mom passed away in 1996. We still came to visit Phyllis and Swansea. Then Phyllis passed away three years ago. We still visit Swansea. I miss Mom and Phyllis and said hello when I went in their rooms. Before I concentrated on taking photographs of places and monuments more than people. Lucky technology has allowed us to capture images of people, see their movements on video, and hear them talk. From now on I will concentrate on recording the stories of people rather than places. Places will continue to exist but people are here for only a limited time. Kai my grandson, who is three and a half, will look back at my photos posted on my website in ten or twenty years. Here he will see the difference time has made to the people and culture presented in my work and learn from this.

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