Days scanning the reports of upcoming weather. Days stuck indoors with nothing beyond the windows but unseasonally temperate drizzle. Woe. When will it end, when will the brown skies break, the rain cease and allow me to move..? Well, today as it happens.
And so out, up to Rhewl, breath catchingly lovely Rhewl, and up into the Llantysilio Mountains. A hike, in truth, and away with the post Christmas blues, the Covid related news and the indescribably filthy weather...
Passing Coed y Gadfa, the Wood of the Battle - the scene, it is said, of the destruction of Llywelyn's ap Gruffudd's army by the forces of Henry III, and rife with the unquiet ghosts of the slain. Cae Llywelyn is next, the field within which the Prince of Gwynedd camped before making to escape across the Rhiw Goch.
And ever upwards into the Llantysilio Mountains - to Moel y Gaer, commanding the ridge between Moel Morfydd and Moel y Gamelin. Blessed sun, wind...and snow showers, all 500m above meh level.
Inspired, invigorated and aware, the creeping, crawling ennui dispelled...
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