A couple of days in sunny Swansea again. There’s the undrunk poet outside what used to the The Antelope, a pub Dylan Thomas used to drink in (though what pubs in Swansea did he not frequent?). It’s now defunct, being turned into dwellings. Sad movies. I was accompanied on this outing by Messr Goodby and Vine, to whom many thanks. We were touched by the irony of two empty pint glasses left outside.