Last weekend I skipped out of work early and hopped in Jaye’s car for a last of the summer adventure. We drove to Rowardennan and walked to a little hidden beach that Jaye knew. We got there just before the sun turned golden.
Stones were skimmed.
And stones were thrown in slightly more haphazard ways to make beautiful noises in the water.
It was such a lovely night that we brought our swimming stuff. That was optimistic. Instead, we sat, talked, explored.
Here are some more tree photos, in case you need another fix.
Then we tried to take a self-portrait. Some of the attempts were more successful than others.
The last thing we did before we went home was to leave some organic art.