A snatched weekend in Pembrokeshire; the thin March sunlight offering a hint of summer.
Horses taking to the sea at Nolton remind me of Sara and her comments on piloting sports. They don't look much like wild beasts; I suspect they do this journey most days - plodding from the stables with what we refer to as Boden types on board. ( I used that expression when talking to some friends the other day and they knew exactly what I meant - curious how we label people. I supect we are just as easily classified - second homer's; incomers - to many people who live here permanently.)
Sunday, at Newport the horses and riders were galloping and jumping the sea-washed tree trunks on the open sands. A cattle egret on the estuary was looking lonely. When I told my neighbour where we had been he said, 'sounds nice, we've never been there.'
I notice the rooks have started nesting in the tall trees at Lower Vanley. They work in groups of about a dozen, crawing all day but especially in the evening. It seems they no longer gather for the evening roost at Llanrhian. The first wheaters of spring have arrived.