Richard Hawley wrote:
i think after the Swansea gig i've only strummed a guitar on Tresaith beach in all that time
Tresaith is a beautiful, magic place. We went there on holiday when I was quite heavily pregnant with first, who is now 12. I swam in the sea every day, which is as clear as a bell, and watched the dog fish swimming around my feet. We stayed in an old house built for a retiring sea captain with sweeping views of the bay. Our next door neighbours were an elderly couple, Dela and Iori, who lived in a wooden beach house perched on the cliff. She was in her late 70s but we hit it off straight away. By some bizarre coincidence, she had been a midwife at Hackney Hospital in the early 50s and that was where I was due to give birth! We saw each other every day and she was lovely, young in her bones, and her husband was beautiful. When we went home, we swapped addresses and I sent her a big framed photo of them sitting on their porch looking out over the sea. When I had my boy, she sent me a blanket she'd knitted, which was intricate and beautiful. If I had ever had girls, I was going to call them Dela, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, in a special place at a special time to me. x