And the next time I visited, the beach was totally empty as the icy coastal wind had kept everyone away; sheltering indoors. After wandering the deserted beach for some hours it became necessary to return to a warm and safe harbour – the bar at Worm’s Head Hotel.
As I drank a pint of Worms Head ale, I registered the sound of three sneezes announcing the presence of a cold-carrier seated directly behind me.
I spun around and acquainted myself with Steve Jones, who, for the benefit of the continuity of  Pockets of [Swansea] had been stricken ill, with a cold.
Mr. Jones informed me that he is a coastguard for the Swansea and Gower beaches. He gave the montage an appointment slip for a dental visitation and then sent me to find a 6 foot blonde female at the Eli Jenkins pub in Oxford Street — a tall order!