Walking to the hill top with the dogs to gather thoughts and exercise mind and body before starting work today. I love the curves of the bodies of horses.
At the beach the seal pup has grown. I watch as the mother calls the pup into the sea. They swim around a submerged rock and he swims as hard as hard as he can as she glides through turquoise water. He follows close around the rock and then back to the beach for warm seal milk and we walk on. Soon there will be more pups.
On the path the tattered remnant of a bright butterfly reminds me of how fragile life can be.
Just a scrap of colour like bright paper on the dusty path.
Here in this place where the sea bites the land and the cloud is low, so low it touches my face like a thousand soft kisses, the path is narrowed by fern and heather.
At Maes y Mynydd the horses are curious.
I find myself thinking more and more about horses. Their curious heads push and sniff as I bow to them. Warm, they smell of summer grass. Velvet soft noses with warm breath.
Back home, working on cheetahs, thinking of horses, nursery rhymes and in the middle of the day a quick visit to Solva Woollen Mill in Middlemill to sign books, including The Icebear.