It was decided. We would have a sun-downer supper at Parrog Quay, sitting in the old seaside shelter above the little estuary. Behind us the Mountain of Angels, Mynydd Carn Ingli, already shadowy, to the west the rounded promontory of Dinas Head (Pen Dinas) backlit by sunset, the little row of stalwart, old sea salt dwellings along the quay, before us the mud flats and their moored small boats where the last of the light still lingered here and there, and curve of the Nevern with a lone canoeist heading out to sea, the still, wide expanse of Cardigan Bay beyond.
We’d gathered provisions in a delicatessen in Fishguard – runny Brie cheese, fat olives stuffed with garlic, some Welsh cheesy crackers that looked like waffles, black grapes and a few slices of salami. There was a bottle of French organic wine brought from home (grand merci Virgile Joly), and I’d also thought to bring my large wool Indian wrap in case we grew shivery later. The day had been warm but already the nights were saying autumn.
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And then we sat and we watched, and watched and watched, until the light was gone.
copyright 2019 Tish Farrell
Tish Farrell 
Beautiful writing.
Thank you, Jackie 🙂
Atmospheric
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Everything beautiful…puts me in a somewhat magical mood. And a bit sad too.
My feelings too, Ann-Christine.
Oh this is so beautiful – both your words and the photographs.
Thanks so much, Becky.
Gorgeous photos, Tish. It sounds like a perfect evening. 😍
It was very lovely, thanks, Sylvia 🙂
Aah …. love is!
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And that’s very lovely of you. Tx
A special moment, Tish! Beautifully captured. 🙂
So lovely – both words and pictures. It must have been a wonderful evening.
Alison
I feel privileged to have been there with you, Tish 🙂 🙂
Aw. Lovely you.