This trip took me back to my 1960s childhood, being taken to Cold Knap in the holidays by my grandparents. Cold Knapp, what a name! No wonder it gets less visitors than neighbouring Barry Island. That, and the fact it has a pebbly beach as opposed to a sandy beach. Mind you, the pebbles are real classy at Cold Knap. Not your stones bordering on shingle. These are stones bordering on boulders. Perhaps global warming will lead to Cold Knap being renamed in time?
The No.96 takes yet another different route out of Cardiff compared to the other busses in the 90’s series. This one goes out through Ely to Culverhouse Cross, then down past Wenvoe and into Dinas Powys and finally into Barry. I alighted at the closest point to the Knapp then walked around Romilly Park, named after the local landowner Sir Samuel Romilly who was of such notoriety that he even had a Wetherspoons named after him too.
There were no model boats in the lake today. A bit too windy I guess. The outdoor lido was filled in years ago. The car park on the front is virtually on the beach and offers a good place to come to admire the sea for those feeling frail. A film crew were busy doing what film crews tend to do, hang around for long periods of time waiting for the action.
I tested by balance again by teetering down to the water’s edge over the pebbles.
After all that excitement I was ready for some lunch. I was spoilt for choice. I’m sure last time I was here there was only one food outlet. All five properties in the little row of shops now seem to be offering sustenance of some sort. I sat, ate and read Muriel Spark’s Symposium. Well written but I fear far too many character in it for my small brain to keep tabs on.
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