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the old mill

the old mill

i drag myself out of bed at 6am, turn on the kettle and make coffee in the dark.
putting on yesterday’s clothes and clutching my keep cup and camerabag, i lock up the cabin and head for the car.

the destination: the cenarth mill and falls, wales. before the parking attendant arrives and asks for £2.50 just to park the car for a few minutes. before the people turn up. while the day is still waking, and the sky is still and soft.

it’s not the first time this weekend that i have found stillness near the river teifi. just me and the sound of the water rushing by.

is it just me, or does coffee taste better when consumed whilst outdoors in the still morning light?