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Wet

I got soaked this morning. For some reason I wasn’t expecting it, though he had said it would rain. It came on quite early on, a slow, drenching sort of rain. Drawing was out of the question. It seeped through my waterproof trousers, making me feel cold. And yet, there is something pleasing about stripping off when you get home and slowly thawing back to life. Sadly, I have to go out in it again and my waterproofs are still sodden. Heigh ho.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.