I had woken up at about 5.30am and looked out of the caravan window, beyond the field-full of dandelion clock-heads the land sloped down to the Teifi Valley which was hidden in a blanket of mist. I hadn't anticipated such a sight so I had no clues as to a bit of high ground from which to capture an intimate image so I decided to head straight for the river. Cenarth seemed to be the most likely place. It was quiet and most sensible people were still slumbering in their beds.

It may have been early, cold and misty but the river still ran on.