Did you know that every September Porthcawl hosts an ‘Elvis Festival’ that claims to be the largest in the world. I am amused to think of some of the men from Male Voice choirs in the Valleys all with long sideburns and dressed up in Elvis costumes belting out ‘Blue Suede Shoes’.
Leaving Porthcawl, there’s a raised, boarded path past the golf course which makes the going fairly easy. I pause whilst a group of golfers putt out on one of the tees so as not to cause a distraction, but when one of them misses his pot I don’t think he appreciated my polite intentions.
I plod through the sand dunes at Kenfig Sands, some of which was hard going. The Port Talbot steelworks dominate the skyline and its vast complex.
No mistaking who the owners are with their name ,’TATA’, plastered around one of the towers. Looking at this bridge and gate, the wind at times must be quite strong to whip the sand up so high.You walk round the corner at Port Talbot to met be the wonderful spread of Aberavon Sands, a long stretch of Sandy beach as far as the eye can see. What a contrast of scenery.
I make another detour inland to cross the River Neath by the A48 road bridge. I then finish today by walking into a place called Jersey Marine.