Y Gwaithdy (The Workshop)

Between day and night, magic hour illumination catches the edges of things. Tiny flames dancing at the tips of honeysuckle, ivy, willow and the gable end of a very old building. This place has seen numerous people and animals, work of many kinds. Fragrance of old stone and plaster, rotting wood, floral perfume, cut grass. Shuffle of tiny feet, rustle of leaves. Flames reduce to glowing smolder. Gentle descent into dusk. Time to rest.