365:329 ANDREA GILPIN

Last week, after a day at the beach, the family went home to party at the Carnival while I stayed by myself in the caravan, nestled in the Welsh Hills. The grass had been cut for hay and the sun was setting - lighting up a few small patches that the tractor had missed. I spend the last hour of sunset sat in the field, camera on the floor, taking shots as the sun went down. The farmer and his family passed by and waved. Once it was dark, I finally stood up. My legs were full of pins and needles. With a peaceful heart, I headed back up the track for that last cup of tea.

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