So this last weekend, we had visitors.
And when they went there was a small leftover slice ... and obviously the Collie won't eat it, will he?
My friends are keen walkers so we went out to do one of the local hills.
First of all, we had the debate about the definition of what makes a mountain. I had always been told that it needed to be 3000ft above sea level. That means that none of the peaks in the southern half of Wales count. But there was a view that it was only 1000ft. I think that's a bit of a cheat.
Anyway, this was 663m or 2155ft. Fan Nedd.
The Collie complained all the way up. I was the one carrying the pack not him. Anyway, at the top, I remembered that my camera was on the kitchen table, so these are their photographs. The line running between my ears is Sarn Helen, a Roman road.
Our reward when we got to the top ...
... this wonderful view all the way to the sea. The Bristol Channel and the Mumbles.