The first frost…
The first frost of the year and Dol-y-Fan is looking good in the early morning sun. Not a deep one, but enough […]

Comments and observations about Radnorshire
The first frost of the year and Dol-y-Fan is looking good in the early morning sun. Not a deep one, but enough […]
Of gorse it is in flower, at this time of year. Remarkable as it seems, differing bushes, or even stems, of gorse […]
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly , and it […]
Ninety minutes or so away is the Victorian/Edwardian town of Great Malvern. And what a pleasant, clean, well maintained, freshly painted and […]
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp, because it’s there as Hilary said of […]
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a hundred yards away, barely visible in a […]
Stramble, or somewhere between an amble, or a stroll, but those two words indicate an objective or purpose which is not why […]
See the Narbeth post for why we are here. Where? The town is a delightful mix of nostalgia for end of railway […]