Cloudy over the Teifi

High tide.
Here at Cardigan the river has only a mile or so to go before it reaches the sea, hence the town's Welsh name Aberteifi, mouth of the Teifi.
I'm looking upstream from near the old bridge towards the new one. Behind me stands Cardigan castle, as it has stood, for better or worse, over nine centuries.
Across the river, where the gulls are dipping into the mud, was once the railway station, long since closed and dismantled.
Left of the bridge is the tower of St Mary's Church, its graveyard the resting place of the sailors, fishers, craftsmen and shopkeepers who once plied their trades on and beside this river and its banks and the streets that twine around the town. Their warehouses, quays and jetties have been put to other purposes.
Beside the church is a mansion that became a cottage hospital where local mothers could have local births - but no more babies are born there.

There's so much history beneath the surface, of the river, of the photograph!