Tam and I went out for a 4 mile walk today, up past Eisteddfa. It was hot and humid and by the time we got home I felt like a racehorse at the end of a hard race! Looking at the river, I just wanted to jump in!
I would call this weather muggy. Mum would have called it sticky. Whatever you call it, we ended with a thunderstorm and some rain. Carmarthen had more than "some rain" and a video on Facebook showed about a foot of water at the end of Barn Road - a car drove through and a wave went above the windowsills of roadside houses . . .
Yet as you can see, our river is very low. We normally wouldn't get to see all the pebbles and rocks in these scoops.
The wonderful reflections in the river from the trees make it quite magical.
When we got to the view across the Towy Valley we turned around as we were in a hot and sunny stretch.
The lane ahead wriggles on towards Wern.
A hay-field, colourful with buttercups and other wild flowers.
Thoroughbreds at a neighbour's farm.
Whilst the Bluebells are fading, the Red Campion and Cow Parsley revel in the sunshine.
It's lookin' black over Will's mother's . . . Indeed! Just off to bed now - it has taken all evening to load the photos as there was lots of lightening too apparently and it seems to have affected our broadband again . . . Just what we didn't need!
