Wednesday, 7 August 2013

Tuesday and Wednesday in Wales

6th & 7th August 2013

    It stopped raining on Monday evening.

    On Tuesday evening the air was cool and blue above. The sheep on the eastern hills were lit by the setting Sun; the clouds on the horizon were turning magenta. There was the sound of tumbling water from the brook at the far side of the meadow behind the trees. Wheeling House Martins caught their supper into the evening and as the light faded, Charlotte fished with a net (the poles tied together with her shoe laces) intent on catching something - seven fish and a newt!

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    Breakfast was on the patio as the warm Sun rose over the hill and the sheep marched in procession to the next place to munch.
    Then we were off to Llyn Brianne RSPB nature reserve for a walk around the woods there. Taking a clockwise direction, we went through deep-green, open broad-leafed woods with moss and lichen encrusted trees. The Bluebells had gone to seed long ago and must be a wonder in May. All was peaceful. We met two sheep with their lambs on the path and stepped aside to allow them to pass as they seemed determined to go to their destination.
    We came to the river and found a place to have lunch below, at the river's edge where there is a confluence of two rivers surging over falls into a large pool where fish jumped. Kay wasn't so keen to climb down, but bravely did! After lunch, we cooled our hot feet in the chilled water  - so cold! 
    The roar of the falls drowned all sounds and a calling Kite could only just be heard. We then followed the water-worn boulder-strewn Afon Tywi in a roller coaster path among the rocks and tree roots to finally emerge at the place we started from. And there were the sheep, grazing the fresh grass down at the river's edge among the Meadowsweet. The walk was a contrast of peace and drama.
    On the drive back to Meadow cottage, we stopped at a tea room for refreshment, with the peak of Pen Lifau framed by the trees in the south west. Afterwards as we drove on south, The Lady of the Lake was in the distance, dominating the horizon.
    

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