What a find this is. I took my wee American friend on a little trip to my hometown and this was one case of me discovering something new at the same time as her. We were staying on the Gower and I asked some of my family what they thought we should do for breakfast.

They said “all day Gower breakfast?” I said, “what do you mean?” they parried, “you know, in Scurlage.” “No, I don’t know, what all day Gower breakfast in Scurlage?” “You know it, by the strawberry picking.”

I think that conversation gives you some idea of how great the Gower is.

Anyway we found it courtesy of a big sign stating ‘ALL DAY GOWER BREAKFAST ?’ on the windy road through Scurlage. It’s a little café which is actually a farm where they’ve clearly thought ‘why not have a café?’ There is also a farm shop and nursery (plant kind, not children, although hilariously plant means children in Welsh) so you can pick up some sprouters or a souvenir gift or eggs etc. (you know, the usual.)

The café overlooks the rolling hills and dales of the Gower and the friendly, ruddy-faced women behind the counter cheerily asks “what do you fancy, then?” I go for the by now famous All Day Gower Breakfast which consists of bacon, sausages, egg, beans, toast, mushrooms, tomatoes and tea or coffee. For £3.95. SWOON. My comrade has the same without any meat and the kind lady gives her a pound off.

We sit and eat in the bright Autumn sun, reading the newspapers they have on offer (only the Mail and the Mirror but at least it gives a genuine taste of working class Wales). We become satisfactorily full. We then spend two hours trying to not feel full by walking around the coast and taking photos of me jumping off benches (it’s my profile photo – wow I hear you cry - now it all makes sense)