Early evening walk with the black wolf……..along the green lane, on the left the hills and high places of Ceredigion, on the right the spaces of Carmarthenshire…….bowing willowherb – more fluff than flower now – the last flush of pale fragrant honeysuckle and the first flush of plump blackberries. A magpie moth. Light rain on the oaks. Soft grey clouds billowing like a dandy’s wig and slipping silently across the wide skies. A young fox picking its way across the field, oblivious to us. Golden end-of-day sun through the rowan.