Easter Sunday, the new Christmas, apparently. Drove to South Wales looking for adventure. Less interested in the authenticity of the medieval village than in views of Flat Holme and Steep Holme, the lone fisherperson sat in the rain, the castellated WW2 bunker and coastal erosion and the pub lunch I ate at The Captain’s Wife in Sully (ST155683):
The Captain’s Wife was originally Sully House, a house originally owned by a captain. Legend has it that when his wife died, her body was kept in a box that was mistaken for treasure and stolen. A small fleet of fishing vessels were located at Swanbridge harbour and it is likely that that the row of cottages, that became the pub, were later the traditional homes of the local fishermen and their families.
The pub is said to be haunted by the Captain’s wife, who appears as a dark and disorientated shadow. It’s now owned by the Birmingham-based Vintage Inns consortium. When I asked whether the lamb was Welsh, the pleasant server responded that the pub wasn’t owned by a local business and she doubted that the food was sourced locally.