Brewcynhesach

The sun had already set when Huw had finished work that day. He managed to get off early that day, but that brought a slight issue to his usually commute. His wife usually picked him up and drove him home at 17:00, but it was only 15:00.

The air was freezing and the streets were dark. He could see more of his breath than 10 metres in front of him. He braced himself, and began to walk. The freezing cold weather was unbearable, attacking every exposed piece of skin on his body, which was mainly his face.

A shining light, like a beacon of hope and longevity then emerged in the distance. Of course, the scran van! Huw approached the van with great happiness and excitement.

A proper brew. Yorkshire tea, with a little bit of milk and one sugar. Holding the paper cup in his hands, he could feel his soul and entire being begin to warm warmer and warmer. One sip, and he was ready. Cup in hand, with a great mission. What a lovely brewcynhesach.

"It's only a 20 minute walk you idiot" Huw thought to himself, accidently out-loud.