The little things

 I have been thinking back about this first week and deciding what has stayed in my memory. I don’t mean the grand views and strong emotions but the little things I have noticed that sum up the essence of my stay at Cae Canol Bach.

I shall never forget all the gates! I had to open and close six heavy farm gates in that last mile of bumpy track, climbing in and out of my car, staggering under the weight of them and fiddling with chains and latches and double checking each time to make sure I had locked them all properly.

There was my breakfast of field mushrooms picked just outside the cottage, Owen, a local sheep farmer had pointed them out to me.

I remember the importance of the skies, either hiding the mountains in their mist or lifting my spirits when they were blue and beautiful.

Dry-stone walls, independent sheep, glowing Rowan berries and most importantly for me-                      the peace and simplicity of my little cottage.