Cardiff Bay and Penarth,

October 2012, the month after my wife died, I took my 5-month-old puppy, Scrap, for a walk into Cardiff along the barrage from Penarth, where I was staying with a friend, and back.
It was a beautiful day, as you will see, and the first time in a long while that I managed to get lost in appreciating it, a glimpse of how things would get better, given time. And now that time has passed, and it is better.

The Mighty Taff

Sundog in a contrail over Penarth Pier