shared from my

letter to a friend.

we went up the other side of the lake, passed the empty houses to the boat house,followed the path around and about till we came to the mine shaft entrance. as we got nearer we could feel the cold air coming out, and we could have had access with just a phone call, but hey, no signal. 

we saw signs of those that have been before

so on then tramping over slate tips, and through the boggy bits. no time to walk the circuit, so we sat by the lake talked of life, wilf and and you.

a heron flew over,  a fish jumped, and the cwm echoed with sounds of birds and sheep.

i avoided my natural instinct to bathe, and when it was time, we walked down to meet wilf.

they had a special p.e .day with rounders and hotdogs. i met him, and was proud that at only three he helped stack the chairs and carry them back inside.

so we went to the quarry for tea, and sam gave him a gift, and the quarry man let him sit in the engine, and we ran and ran about from one place to another.

a lovely day