Flour clouds and creaking beams

Dear Heart,
I haven't been to Saint Fagan's in the longest time. You can unearth memories under park benches and in the round huts. We sat in the sunshine and ate bread fresh from the oven. Visiting the castle, I found myself pretending to be a grand lady with yards of skirt treading the oak floorboads and painting watercolours (again). It has been the loveliest day, the kind where a sunbeam hits your heart whenever you think about it.
We should go there one day, together.
Love, Lydia x