It was Rob’s idea to get up at three to catch the early train. I was delighted to love someone so exciting and he couldn’t believe he lived with someone mad enough to agree to something so bonkers.


DSC_2037We walked to the station in almost-light and intermittent rain, road puddles shone soft. At Dyfi Junction a man sat wild on the bench surrounded by estuary, with jumper damped by rain and night and wind; he leered a merry grin and gave a vodka bottle wave, with clouds gloaming all about.


When we reached Ynys-hir it felt like we’d been clubbing all night – we were hungry and stiff and shivered an hour in each hide with tupperware and thermos, gazing glazed at gleaming water and the chink of pale blue sky over the far away sea. It was too cold and rough for birds though they sang all around in the willows and rushes. Ducks and curlews beaked about in the dykes and we didn’t see otters.


We left at a sensible hour when the blue chink had swelled up-river magnificently scurried by wind clouds, and waited for the bus with sun on our skin, slightly delirious.

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