More low-key Carmarthenshire thrills for you, from the swathe of pleasantness between Guardian reader infested Brecon and Southworth-infested (in a nice way) Tenby.
Before this trip I’d only managed 39 ticks in West Wales, ever, which is probably less than I’ve done in Worthing in the last 5 years, but I do recall a night in the Wernolau Hotel in Ammanford that was so grotty Mrs RM made us move out to the nearest Holiday Inn. Which was in Bristol.
Ammanford is the big city round here, with those essential attractions that I would sadly miss. Just as you have now.
For our American readers, “Welsh Wrestling” involves those three fellas pictured taking on a real dragon bused in from Llanelli.
Five minutes up the line, Llandybie has much to commend to the GBG ticker (two pubs) and fans of ex-mining villages so quiet they make Clun seem like Cardiff on Friday night.
Brammallite (two “m”, two “l”) was discovered here. I scored badly in the Sciences so I can’t be sure but I guess it’s a key ingredient in Marmite.
Anyway, there’s a nice memorial to it.
The Red Lion is more impressive, and not just because it’s a pub.
Garlic mushrooms and home-made chicken korma (the Welsh national dish) to the right, lounge bar to the left.
I attract the curiosity of gentlefolk by taking photos of the stained glass; wouldn’t you ?
Lots of weird stuff in what was once the village hotel but now seems to be the lunchtime meeting point for 200 gentlefolk swaying gently to the Supremes’ “Baby Love”.
“Our real ales are from local breweries and have proved extremely popular with our customers” says the Red Lion website.
Indeed, I actually bought a half of one of them, a Gower Gold with a bit of bite (NBSS 3) that turned out to be pretty much the best of a long day.
One half of Gower Gold, five pints of Moretti; the normal ratio applies, even here.