Walked away from work and off onto the hill on a misty moisty morning. Cold wind and dogs full of delight. Cold, sun veiled in low cloud, wind sharp and biting.
No one about for miles, but then we met Jetske and Sarah on horseback.
Homewards we wandered past the blind eyed windows of the ruined cottages at Maes Y Mynydd, so still, so cold, so full of stories.
Back home again I hung prints from The Seal Children in The House of Golden Dreams.