Evening light

It’s another low-key day where I’ve little energy for anything. I’ve finally managed to get some antibiotics from the surgery which will hopefully help a UTI that I’ve been struggling with since we were in Madeira, but of course there’s the negative side effects that medication often have. 

Our visitors have left early for a trip up Yr Wyddfa - a memorial walk for a nephew who died tragically last year. The older members of the group take the train leaving the ‘youngsters’ to walk. The weather’s not ideal, but the occasion is an appropriate celebration of a life, and our friends return so pleased they were able to be part of it. 

My only photography is from the bedroom window. The wind turbines - as you know a favourite subject for me - are beautifully lit in the soft evening light as they stand in a dreamily calm sea.