First light. A sky the colour of a starling’s egg. As I lace my boots I notice a solitary gilded cloud in the north-east. It looks like an Elizabethan galleon.
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Autumn is coming on gently this year, slowly speckling the bramble leaves with crimson rust, deepening the sloes from blue to indigo.
Read MoreBetrayer Moon
I’m standing among the alder on the western shore of Kenfig Pool, looking east across the still water. A full moon is rising over the ridge that, perhaps, gave this place its name: Cefn y ffigon, the ridge on the marsh.
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