Wales in October can be just lovely -
strong winds perhaps and sharp showers
but interludes of sunshine
that take your breath away.
Then coming home to lemsip 
and a new dependency on daytime tv, 
the rough edges of cancelled plans.

I try to feel,
to think "What next?"

I miss the hills and the sunsets,
shoes caked in wet sand,
the waves that suddenly drench you
as they slam the base of the beach wall.
Now all that remains
is one final piece of bara brith that we brought home
and a longing to return.