I stood thigh-deep in the clear, peaty-coloured river, the sharp sting of midges biting any inch of exposed skin. I could feel the smooth, forceful caress of tons of moving water that ploughed westward towards the sunburst sunset. There was a coolness in the air but the flickering pulses of sunlight offered delightful, momentary waves of warmth in this shadowy, watery woodland on the fringes of Eryri (Snowdonia).
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