This morning, after a rough night, I decided to take breakfast with a view. Although I live only a stones throw away from the beacons I haven’t ventured up there much. This is in part due to how incredibly busy I’ve been and partially due to not wanting to get attached to a place I am destined to leave. Despite that fear hanging over me I ventured out this morning with my DSLR and Apeman camera. It was a welcome change to living within the four walls that, on occasion, feel like my own private cell.
Ponsticill Reservoir, completed 80 years ago this year, is only a short drive away from home. I’ve been there a number of times on far brighter days than today but sometimes rainy days can be beautiful too. It was however the first time I’d been there on my own, and with my camera for that matter. Normally when I’m out on my own I would be plugged into Spotify or a Podcast but today that didn’t happen.Those psychologists amongst you can draw whatever conclusions you like from that statement. Today though i was unplugged, and i must admit i’m incredibly glad I was. I was sat on my tailgate/in my boot eating breakfast and all I could hear were bird songs, rain drops on leaves, and the sound of the steam train echoing around the valley. Ridiculous I know but it was enough to make me smile.
Since finding myself on the wrong end of an affair (although I don’t think there’s ever a right end) I’ve tried to not like the Welsh, but it’s very hard not to. On more than one occasion today I could not help but smile at comments and conversations;
- The cyclist not wanting to be in a picture despite me wanting him to be in it
- The cyclist whom I didn’t want a picture of but he asked, so I did.
- The mother and her family who had to retrieve her sons car after he drained the battery.
Today was exactly what I needed after having a bit of a turn yesterday evening. First time in a few weeks but a turn none the less. The house, is sold, the divorce is progressing and I’m looking for flats. Despite all that I still feel follow and my left ring finger still feels…wrong, just wrong.