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I walked in the late morning, in the sun and it was glorious. I had to keep blinking my eyes against the glare (wearing sun glasses with a face mask, as I found to my cost, was impossible. I’d wondered why people had gone about the ‘misting up’.) I felt like a troglodyte finally coming up to the surface. Heaven (even with all the people).

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.