Hunting barnacles, and the “monster” of Burry Port beach

THIS evening wasn’t your usual Tuesday evening. We came home from work as normal, ate tea as normal, and then went hunting for the monster of Burry Port (barnacles to you and me). Yup, you read it right, we went barnacle hunting. Both me and Stew had read about a “mystery monster” that had washed

Escaping goats, a Starbucks meltdown and murder: Not your usual week off…

Every year when school starts back the sun seems to make an appearance. So as we’d booked the first week of September off we decided to risk it and take a staycation rather than have the hassle of flying with Santi (two-plus hours on a plane with an energetic 15-month-old with no seat of his