In the morning: Out side -frozen mist. Inside – children crawling and running.
A brown flood pours down the valley.
Roman legionaries marched along this swollen river soon after Christ died – eager for Welsh copper and gold.
The Beacons lie on the horizon, their tops lit by bright snow.
In the afternoon: A small boy, pushed in a wheelbarrow, races around his garden – startling robins and blackbirds.
Time for a mince pie.