January 2nd 2014, walking through Bargoed woodland Park.
The Park use to be Bargoed and Britannia Colliery, it has a train station in the middle. I walk paths where miners walked to their daily toil. Now walkers with no care and fluorescent covered cyclists whizz past, for industry has turned to leisure. The Rhymney river’s colour is toffee brown whipped with cream. It gurgles and gushes, swirling, winding its way to the Severn Estuary. Trees stare back in the bleak blackness. I spy a heron sitting, waiting for its catch. Pied wag tails flit there wings of white, grey and black. Dogs being led by their owners on long extended leads.