Swansea Family History

October: Harvest Time October arrived in Pebblewick carrying the unmistakable sense that summer had finally surrendered. The bright, carefree days of August felt suddenly distant. The mornings were cooler now, the air touched by a faint sharpness that hinted at approaching winter. A damp breeze drifted in from the sea, carrying with it the mingled scents of salt, wet leaves and wood smoke from chimneys beginning to earn their keep once more. Above the village, the sky rarely seemed able to make up its mind. One moment pale autumn sunshine spilled across the harbour, turning the water to silver; the next, heavy grey clouds rolled in from the horizon like advancing fleets. Sudden showers swept through without warning, rattling softly against windows, polishing pavements and cobblestones, then vanishing almost as quickly as they had appeared. The gulls, as always, seemed entirely indifferent to the weather. October also brought something else. Or rather, someone. A new resid...