The Gower has the sheep and traditional pubs, but Swansea has the vitality at the moment. Each trip reveals new regeneration projects, while the Swansea Bay lagoon will, reportedly, produce enough power to keep the floodlights on at the
Vetch Liberty. Mind you, finishing 17th in the League probably earns you £1.3 billion these days.
Talking of which, the Swans may let City beat them with late goals these days, but they should make it a seventh year in the Prem, and it was good to see so many youngsters in their £45 replica kit in town.
I mentioned the street art last year, and found a fair bit more on Saturday. If it keeps this up it might become the next Hull.
Despite slow and inconsistent post-war reconstruction, there’s still a fair bit of history tucked away. This was my fourth trip in four years, with each one revealing new minor gems, like Ye Olde Wine Shop (now Holland & Barretts, top) and the improbably named Salubrious Passage (below) on this trip.
Salubrious Passage, which I imagine Simon Everitt would have got mileage out of on his blog, leads to half of only four central GBG pubs, two of which are Spoons. The excellent No Sign and Bank Statement were packed with Munstermen (hope that’s the right term). I gave those a miss and walked up the hill to the new Guide entry, the Cockett Inn.
Google said an hour’s walk, it took me 45 minutes via trendy Uplands (there’s a bar that sells Brew Dog). Next to the eponymous GBG-listed Tavern I spotted what looked like a micro, but turned out to be the shoe repair cabin (below). The adjacent wine bar appears to be called “Happy 30th Ria” and have an outdoor bath that may come in useful if Simon’s plumbing isn’t complete when he visits.
It’s all uphill to Uplands, and without great views of the Bay. But there were daffodils, my picture of which Google Photos has kindly enhanced. I’m quite proud of it, anyway.
Those were the highlight of Cwmdonkin Park on the final stretch to Cockett. On reflection, both of those seem like made up words.
The Cockett is your typical open plan suburban Brains pub, one of a diminishing cohort of Brains houses in Glamorgan GBG these days. Three different versions of Rev James here, but my preferred Dark only on Smooth.
The Bitter here was cool and GBG standard (GBG 3), but the pub could have done with more customers, if only to justify the screening of the 2015 “El Classico” (why ?). I ignored Suarez and co., and admired some attractive prints of real sportsman, none of whom I knew of course.
The special St David’s Day offer (below) looked very tempting but a) I’m not changing my name by deedpoll and b) I’m in Worcester that night.
Despite Swansea’s reputation for curry, we had tea in Awa Grill House on College Street; the best mixed kebabs I’ve had in years, and much cheaper than Cardiff.
Coupled with the emergence of those Desertz and Treatz type ice cream parlours (see also Reading), this is a great place to consume calories quickly. A Brew Dog or Tiny Rebel would be welcome before my next visit though.