By saltycat on Skatehive
This past week, fortune smiled upon me with the gift of a brief respite, a mini-break that led my steps to the serene landscapes of Wales. No sooner had I arrived than an innate yearning for movement guided me forth, a walk to unfurl the travel-weary limbs and embrace the new surroundings. .jpg) My path, a gentle meander over railway tracks, soon found its companion in the flowing river. It led me onward, tracing its course to where its embrace widened, revealing a tranquil marina on the opposing bank. The journey culminated at a stretch of beach, a joyful canvas where dogs, unburdened by worldly cares, frolicked in the receding light. .jpg) As the tide gracefully withdrew, it unveiled the estuary in its raw, unadorned splendor. Sandbanks emerged, sculpted by the water's ebb, and the rich, muddy silt whispered tales of ancient currents. .jpg) In this quiet unveiling, a distant pontoon caught my eye, where a cormorant, a silhouette of grace, meticulously feathered its wings, basking in