The light is strange this afternoon.
It’s not cold, but it is slightly misty with the promise of cold and the view from the cottage feels almost ethereal .
The village is almost circled by a curve of low hills, with the open valley end dropping away down towards the sea miles to the North West.
The hills are now topped with a mist through which the low sun is shining and the sky is glowing with a strange warmth.
Bwthyn y Llan’s limestone walls drink up the sun too and the cottage glows with a life of its own.
It faces south, so is used to the sun.
The cottage is best viewed in warm sunshine.
As I stood up in the churchyard looking west, Irene bleated a short hello from the livery stable fields beyond the green brown hawthorn hedges.
I am home
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