Most people make snow angels on their backs. But F is unconventional.
Lovely hike in the Western Brecon Beacons with Martin. Up the Tawe valley to Llyn y Fan Fawr, up on to the ridge and along to Fan Foel, then back along the ridge line via Allt Fach. Camping at Dan-yr-Ogof (thirty years after staying in the holiday chalets there as a kid); great grub at Tafarn-yr-Garreg; and a lovely cuppa from the guy in the campavan who took pity on us breaking camp in the rain this morning. Awesomeness.
Rode down the lane to watch the end of the Wallingford Festival of Cycling national junior women’s race heading down Shillingford Road to the finish line.
Earlier in the day we narrowly avoided getting mown down by the men’s race by miss-timing the ride into town.
Ewok decided there was something interesting under, or in, the car. Just a little bit slightly chewed. Apparently he’d turn his nose up at anything less than one of these.
To quote Nick the greek. “Dunno Tom. Seems expensive.”
Just like Ewok, Yogi likes the long grass.