A room for writing

Does it matter where you write?

I love seeing the places where writers work.

This is the plain wooden shed where Dylan Thomas wrote some of the most beautiful poems in the English language. It stands on stilts on the steep coast above a beautiful estuary in south Wales. It's 50 yards along a lane from the old boathouse where Thomas lived.

His jacket still hangs on the back of the chair as if he's just popped along the road to Browns Hotel for a pint.

In fact, he died in 1953 in Manhattan. His last words were reported to have been, "I've had 18 straight whiskies. I think that's a record."

It's a grim ending. I prefer to think of him here, working quietly as he listened to the seabirds on the sandbanks below.