On our way back from dropping middle daughter off in Swansea, the sun lit up the mynydd . . .
Behind the moor,
Rainclouds black as anvils
Devour the bleached horizon
In stubble-tinted bites.
The photo shows the same bit of moorland several years ago, well, the top right horizon is the same, and the dead grass shows you how light it turns in the winter, especially with the sun on it. I wish I'd had the camera today, for the contrast between the moor and the black skies.