Moving days in Porthcawl – Swansea

There’s something about moving houses in a seaside town that feels like a holiday gone wrong 😅. Today, Porthcawl was my playground – unloading furniture just a stone’s throw from Coney Beach 🎡. The salty breeze made lifting wardrobes feel slightly less brutal, though carrying them up narrow terraces near John Street definitely tested the back muscles 🚚.

Parking? Forget it. I ended up halfway to Rest Bay 🏖️, trundling boxes down the road like a determined pack mule. Still, the highlight was sneaking a quick bag of chips from Beales 🍟 while waiting for the rain clouds (inevitable in Porthcawl) to pass. One sofa refused to fit through a Victorian doorway, and after much rotating, tipping, and muffled swearing, we finally managed it – victory! 🏆

By late afternoon, I was navigating traffic by the Grand Pavilion, humming along to the gulls’ soundtrack. It’s tough, sweaty work, but when the day ends with a sea view and sandy shoes, I can’t complain.