Wild, warm and as Tom Waits once sang "...there's a wind up from the south...". Gorgeous post-dawn walk on the beach (Coppet Hall) with Eloise, Watson (poor dog, recently mended after swallowing a pesky baited fish-hook, a huge thank you thank you to the brilliant Tenby vets). And of course CJ the lovely mad Sprollie who chases seagulls but ignores crows.
Todays Postcard from Pembrokeshire is painted from Back Lane in Sardis, a lazy lane which wanders steeply down to Wisemans Bridge. At the top of the lane they've just cut the hay. This for me is the smell of summer, reminds me in an almost Proustian way of being a kid working on our neighbours' farms: stacking bales, scratchy forearms, creeping over rusty hay trailers. Huge teas afterwards. And lying on top of the (over) stacked hay trailers ducking under the trees as we wobbled back to the farm.
Sardis Church (built in the 1920s) just peeps through the trees. Raven flying overhead, dead straight, blue-black.