Photoblogging my holiday in Mumbles

Last week, I went for a holiday in Mumbles,[1] an unusually named district of Swansea at the southern tip of Swansea bay. My sister’s husband’s mother (shout out to Meryl) has a caravan there, and we’re welcome to use it any time it’s available, which is very kind. This is the second time we’ve visited. As with last year, non-Brits might enjoy this map The journey there was pretty straightforward. We met half-way with my sister, her husband, and their kid — who were on their way back from using the caravan themselves — got lunch together, and exchanged the keys. My wife and I took a leg of the journey each for driving. Mine was pretty fun, trying to keep our little 0.9L car at speed on a brand-new dual-carriageway across South Wales with a loaded roof box. On arriving we grabbed some basic supplies from Co-op and got the boys settled. Mr Four was quite bothered by everything he could hear from inside the caravan, but he was soothed by his Yoto player (a little kids’ audio player). The…