The sun is rising, the birds are singing. The streets are empty. Normally dogwalkers, cyclists and joggers would be enjoying the early morning on the promanade. Today there’s only Finn and me and a solitary car passing by.
Along the grass verge the buttercups and dandelion seed heads are scattered about.
Crossing the road and before we reach the path, is a small grassy area among the houses with an old well, Fynnon Sadwrn or St Sadwrn’s Well, that used to be fed by a spring in the days before housing developments.
Not so much now since the fields were drained. Stone steps lead down from the grass.
The path then takes us between back gardens and the farmer’s fields where there are lots of interesting scents for Finn. The hedgerows are full of Blackthorn flowers. Reaching the end of the path, a short walk finishes the loop and brings us back home.