Monday 13th of January, 7 20am a wet welcome from the drizzling rain it kept me company for a short while. Birds were in fine chorus, river Rhymney was lower now still cream froth and toffee brown. The rain had stopped as i watched the heron perched so gracefully waiting for its catch. Dampness had turned in to a mystical mist it was a wonder, the sun climbed above it all and spread its warmth and light. Colours of winter shone through. Paths were bare of feet and dogs only me and a pair of pied wag tails bobbing about.