A short audio recording from the beach at Amroth, Christmas day.
Tide coming up to meet the tiny stones, salt air in the nose, sea soft like a mirror, sun coming through the clouds low and gold, woman paddling an inflatable surf board with her greyhound.
Us sitting on a wall, drinking tea from separate flasks and eating mince pies from a box, talking about covid, about brothers and sisters and christmas, enjoying the order of things just as they were.
sian barlow 