It has been a weekend full of people as two good friends married each other, and Pembrokeshire put on the finest show of good weather to honour the occasion. Clear blue and hot.
This morning Robin and I parked at Whitesands and walked slowly home with much sitting on cliffs watching the water. Now the evening is cool and the moon rides the sky and I am thinking to go and hunt that moment when the day rolls away and the night comes in, and to watch the moon, translucent in sunshine, grow bright with the rule of the night. All day the little people of the air buzzed and flitted on bright wings. I saw my first bright fresh dragonfly of the summer. Now the moth time is coming.