When the darkness brightened into day, I pulled back the curtains to discover clear blue skies. It was just too perfect a day to spend much of it indoors. I had slept awkwardly and my lower back is killing me (it's the same old problem). I decided that a walk would be the best way of freeing things up . . . With the benefit of hindsight I have now come to realize that this decision was possibly wrong as instead of just my left hip hurting, the entire lower back is agony. Hmmm. Perhaps I need an alcohol rub . . . the sort that comes in a large glass marked CIDER!
Where my walk started after my husband had dropped me off. This is such an inviting little lane.
An idyllic little cottage. Just out of sight to the left is a well-tended vegetable plot.
Sumachs showing their autumn fire.
Looking across to the Carmarthen Fans.
The road ahead.
The glare of the sun made photography difficult.
All that remains of the former Italianate Mansion at Pantglas. Its grounds have now been transformed into a holiday complex with log cabins . . .
The old stable block and carriage buildings - very grand.
The landscaped gardens include a lake which is home to a number of ducks.
On the very top of the hillside, one bank of an Iron Age enclosure.
Looking across towards Horeb.
Unripe seeds/spores on the underside of the fern leaves.
A Carmarthenshire hillside.
The downhill stretch, looking across our valley.
Truly the last Foxglove of summer . . .
Polka-dot sycamore leaves - I guess they had some freezing dew on them recently.
The road home. My darling Fahly-horse always did his bestest "Overdrive" trot up here!
