Umbellifer seed heads with cobwebs.
White Himalayan Balsam makes a pleasant change from the usual pink. In recent years it has colonized the entire river valley.
I love the shades of green throughout this picture.
The lane by the river, which regularly gets flooded once the winter months arrive.
Down by the old mill, the river crashes over the boulders once more.
We walked just to where the lane turns in this photo. That felt quite far enough for a first walk after being poorly. We probably did a mile and a half in all.
Looking Northwards up our valley, towards Brechfa.
Look carefully and you will see what I think is a Devil's Coachman, bending up his bottom in Scorpion-fashion.
A glimpse of what was once a home. Penrhiwmelyn.
A Red Kite soaring high above us. Close by were 3 Buzzards and a Crow. I always feel so privileged when I see a Kite . . .
The hill home and a recent casualty of high winds. This ash tree split in half and has only been saved from bringing down our phone line by the fact that another ash tree caught it . . .
Home . . .
