Early morning light

The sun shone through the dusty windows and woke Her up. The sky was blue. It is busy now in St Davids and we have to be careful when we walk. More people and more dogs. So She got up and took us out in the early morning light, when people on holiday are still sleeping.




Over the hill and down to the sea where the post points the way along the snaking cliff path.





There were stonechat and whitethroats and buzzards and all manner of things. Everyone got lost, except for Elmo, in the tall bracken when She tried to walk us up through the golden grass. He called and called and looked and looked but we were all together and so lost. Then he found us and we walked back to the path and up to the rock where the early morning pale sunlight painted our fur to beautiful hues.




Then over the moorland where the purple heather scented the air like honey.




Home now, we are tired. We lie in the sun and rest.
Later Martha has promised to tell us a story of owls and of flowers.