Last night the clouds roiled, the land darkened, and we watched from on high as great showers roved in the valleys below. And then the clouds moved on, rolling their fury over towards the east.
And as those darkling clouds moved away, they left in their wake to the west the broad, sunlit uplands of the Carmarthen Fans. (I'm sure there must be a metaphor in there somewhere, just as with Churchill's first use of some of those words...) The views were perfect - and reached far. To the south, the Gower Peninsula was clear, and way beyond across the Severn estuary, the coastlines of north Devon, some sixty or more miles distant. To the far west, Pembrokeshire's Preseli Hills hovered on the horizon, whilst in between, all glowed with this golden light.
It was a perfect evening for a high level walk (with @grant_hyatt and @itkapp ) into some of the Brecon Beacons' most spectacular hills, and the perfect way to round off a weekend. And it proves that it's always worth being out and about, even when you're hungry and tired, and your legs feel heavy. The hills always, always help... - 3 hours ago