A piece of Dylan Thomas

The Boathouse

On Monday we had a trip to Laugharne in Carmarthenshire to visit The Boathouse, the one-time home of the famous Welsh poet Dylan Thomas. M and I had been before but we took my brother and sister in law to see it. Here are a few pics and also my favourite poem by Thomas which is of course one of his most well-known ones.

The front of the boathouse

The interior of the shed where he did most of his writing. It is situated in the lane leading to the boat house.

A view from the house across the estuary.

Laugharne Castle

Do not go gentle into that good night



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Dylan Thomas

Photo of a rose taken through my cottage window.

Bye for now,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,
Cait.