As we approach the river, “Water. I ‘ere!” arms up in the air, like it’s her long lost friend she hasn’t seen in ages.
Looking down at the river from the iron bridge “I coming now, ok?” tilting her head that cute way she does it.
Strutting her stuff across that bridge like she’s on some bloody catwalk 😂.
Maisie Anne, ti werth y byd, bach.
Ma {bron iawn…🤪} Pob munud yn llond hwyl hefo ti.
mascara & mud 