Mumbles is probably the first stop for many visitors as the road leaves Swansea and follows the curve of the bay into Mumbles. It is an ideal base to explore the rest of the Gower peninsula offering a wide range of amenities and accommodation from hotels, guest houses to self-catering apartments. There are restaurants of real distinction, excellent ice-cream parlours, shops selling original crafts, tennis courts, crazy golf, playground, and the famous Mumbles lifeboat station and lighthouse. Sailors will find Mumbles a good starting point to explore the spectacular coastline and bays, with good launching facilities at Knab Rock. In nearby Oystermouth there is the Norman castle overlooking the village of Mumbles it is open to the public from Easter to September.
Everybody in Wales has a soft spot for Mumbles. Though people from outside Wales may not have heard of it, they will find it unforgettable once they've been there.To start with, there's the name, Mumbles, deriving from the French word mamelles, meaning 'breasts' and originally referring only to the two islets at the end of the promontory, but nowadays applying to the whole village. Really, the name should have a permanent exclamation mark – Mumbles!, like Westward Ho! As indeed should the Welsh word, Mwmbwl!
The village is an extraordinary place to live in and to visit, and its magic never fails, whether you are travelling back home for the thousandth time along Mumbles Road or seeing it all for the very first time. On your left, there's the great sweep of Swansea Bay, and then, glimpsed first through pine trees, a huddle of small houses cascades down a hill and clings together beneath a steep cliff as the coast arches sharply to those two islets with their Victorian Pier.
Why is Mumbles so intoxicating? It's not just down to the string of seafront pubs along the famous Mumbles Mile. It must be something to do with the light, the way the bay acts as a giant mirror, amplifying the opalescent sunlight on a fine day, or making the sunlight shimmer if the tide is in with white horses skimming the surface, when the old stone and render of the buildings take on added colour, and everything looks like a perfect European seaside resort. Then, when clouds are racing across the sky, everything turns into melodrama, more Celtic twilight than European, and rays of sun catch the hills surrounding the bay and turn them livid green, then damson, then rust, as the sea changes from black to silver!
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