|Before terror overcame the child and we had to leave I took this|
|Someone had been there before us|
|High up on the valley sides, the scrub land and pines under the hanging clouds|
|A silent forest, the floor soft and thick with moss and pine needles|
We abandoned nature and went to the Millennium Centre for coffee, bundt cake and a nappy change. There was a great Pete Fowler (monsterism) exhibition in the galleries, I would have bought a drawing if I had two pennies to rub together. You should go if you're in Cardiff.
|Me, forgetting I was still in my wellies until I saw myself in the mirror|