How to get rid of worry . . . Just W.O.W.!

 It was dry and a hint of sunshine this morning, so I decided I would cheer myself up with a run out to the Elan Valley (about 20 miles from here).  I had seen a photo on Facebook of Caban-Coch reservoir hurling itself over the Dam and wanted to see if it was in a similar state today.  Water levels had dropped overnight but even so, it was still tumbling over and quite impressive.  I got splashed just watching.  And it roared!

As you can see, full to the brim.

It was mesmerising watching the water cascade down.

It was just terrific!  Attached to hydro-electric power on the occasions when this overspill happens, it would power Rhayader for a bit!  I walked down to the end of the zig-zag path and couldn't hear myself think :)

Through the gates is the lovely flat walk I always take.    A great place for blackberrying in the summer.  I wanted to get some fresh air and give my body some exercise, though that gland is still up and quite painful - hard to tip my head forward as that puts pressure on it and it hurts.

Looking across to the car park.

Normally a barely noticable rill down the hillside, there was a fair bit of a stream hurtling down today.

Little steps of mini-waterfalls.

I stopped and bothered a couple of churches too - one in Rhayader (locked) but the other was open.  Last time I went with Keith when we first got here and it was locked because of Covid.  Today open - and a marvellous historical font in there.  Photos soon.

Now it is raining again but I am determined to plant my garlic (it says spring, but the longer it has to grow, the better, and also my Purple Haze Dahlia, which Tam ordered when she got one for herself.

A hint of a church now . . .

And yes, that is a standing stone in the churchyard . . .

Oh, and the worry . . . I had bad IBS last night and the symptoms gave a nod towards the Pancreas being bothered.  As my grandfather and aunty both died of Pancreatic cancer, that is always in the back of my mind.  Not a good worry to have.  Since Keith's death, my health has taken a downturn, from the worry and stress of nursing and losing him.  Grief takes a heavy toll.