It’s a grey Northern European January. I’d forgotten all about the sun. Well it shined. In Cardiff Bay. Whilst I cycled empty spaces, wincing in the glare.
I stopped at a cafe and read a book and sipped a brew and felt the citrus tang of Earl Grey complementing the frisbee sized tea cake, in a manner that is just so. With shrill winter breezes licking at your ankles, traditional comforts seem quite right.
Images taken on Roald Dahl plass.