Senses

The sight of beloved friends, lined up at the breakfast counter, tucking into their various morning delicacies.

The taste of warm American pancakes covered in sweet maple syrup being shovelled into my mouth.

The sound of favourite tunes and badly sung harmonies on the journey towards the sight of Welsh hills.

The smell of coffee mingling with the sound of chatter of our friends and family catching up. The touch of fingers running over brand new books, opening them to release the smell of fresh, new pages.

The smell of sweet and salty bubbling away in a pan. The taste of crispy skin and delicious, soft fat. The sound of beer bottles being popped open.

The sense that it's been a Saturday well spent.