Friday 29 January 2016

Smelling Wales

We have survived the Great Storm with just some water damage in one shed.  I won't air it out yet as more heavy rain is forecast.  As I walked to the waterfront and around the town to inspect the damage, I realised how 'St Davids' it felt: warm, moist air swirled with a sea tang.  Heaven.  I shall read Richard Flanagan's 'Wanting' this afternoon with all the doors and windows open.

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