Burry Port: Tranquil haven
See that concrete 'platform' below the train? That is the exact spot where my friends and I would go fishing for flatfish and mullet (only ever caught a flattie) in Burry Port. Looking at it again, after all these years of relying on smoky memories, is like opening a door to another realm and getting fired back into the ages. Ah, such sudden, blissful jolts of remembrance! What a soothing picture that sends the memories cartwheeling back through my mind like foxgloves falling on a freshly mowed lawn.
The spot itself is long gone now of course, having been replaced by the new Millennium Coastal park, but as you can see by the hilly background, it was a very peaceful place to go and set up rod and reel. Or with a good book on a summers day. Just beyond the railway line, was what we used to call the "Heron Ponds", and it was a haven for wildlife; herons, coots, moorhens, swans, rabbits, weasels, cormorants, wild geese, the list was almost endless as to what one could see there. And with the wild estuary looking out toward the beautiful Gower, it truly was one the best spots to visit in Burry Port (that ever so softly 'touched' the blink-and-miss-it Pwll.)
There was a sandy cove nearby too, and I used to think of it as my own private beach. Save the odd dog walker, it rarely saw much humans, for young boys growing up it was paradise. Swimming, fishing, camping, hunting; no prizes for guessing where a lot of the summer holidays were spent. We used to set up tents and pick limpets from the rocky shore to boil on a camp fire while the sun sank behind the distant hills. Oh how the city boys missed such magic moments! I keep saying it, and I always will but I am truly blessed to have grown up in this thorny, barnacled town in west Wales.
