Up and out of Laugharne
I cycled up and out of Laugharne (thank goodness for the electric bike). And then along the busy road to St Clears and forked left onto what is known as the old Saint Clears Road.
Only two cars past me the entire time I was peddling down the road.
It was absolutely glorious in the late afternoon sun (3:30 pm) and two very distinct views: the hillsides to the west of me dark is coal and illuminated by a high sky, and to the east of me the green fields was lit up so it was almost broad daylight.
I stopped to make a drawing looking east to a farm called Cresswell.
Across the fields
A road to one's self
The delightful chapel
Across the fields I heard the lowing of cattle in the farm’s yard. Not another sound, except a Robin close by.
I’d forgotten my water bottle for painting, a nearby puddle provided me with some.
Along a little more I came across a delightful chapel, lovingly restored and fell into conversation with a couple just getting to the car having place flowers on her mother’s grave.
This is the land of impromptu conversations, freely given and taken.