Monthly Archives: February 2016

Flying to Aberdyfi

To Aberdyfi with Hâf today – 20 knot headwind in an aerial 2CV.  However, the return flight, via a 180 deg about, turned us into a Lamborghini.  Well, a Vauxhall Corsa anyway.  And there’s Keri waving my windsock from in front of our house.

Foresight with hindsight

To save mankind in the future the trouble of having to invent a time machine to come back and assassinate Donald Trump, why not just do for him now? Just saying. 
I’ve got a list, actually, if anyone’s up for it.

Post Gwyn

We had the entire Berwyn mountain range to ourselves yesterday. Bread-knife winds and shot-blasting sleet as we tussock stomped the last mile of wilderness to claim the range’s loneliest sentinel – Post Gwyn.

Atop Post Gwyn in the Berwyn MountainsAtop Post Gwyn in the Berwyn MountainsAtop Post Gwyn in the Berwyn Mountains

Doggy bags

Special thanks to the dog walkers of Meifod this morning. The joyful site of a dog turd swinging in a tree fair warms the heart on a feisty mid-winter morning. And as the low sun glinted off the primrose yellow bag, I was put in mind of fragrant forest walks and the promise of the year to come.

Oh doggy bag, what treasures lie within thee?