Llanwrthwl Common, Mid Wales The half-hearted track has almost given up. I am above the empty valley, beyond the retired drystone wall now an unhurried deluge of moss and rock, beyond the bleached skeleton of a tree so weathered, it seems inverted: a jagged fan of root-bone. The sag of hillside draws me, this natural parabolic dish so softly contoured, the mountain could be deflating; a sheepless incline scabbed with blood-gorse partly blotting its coarse blanket of ochre stems. All around, clouds trail their shadows like a child’s coat, but on this slope up close, their touch seems more certain, a rush of fingers across a familiar undulating Braille. Whatever is learnt is shared as hirsute murmurs across the rippling scrub. It’s late but I wait for the scars of dusk to heal, for when the clouds begin their burlesque around the brazen and nearly naked constellations.

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Here’s one of a part of Mid Wales I adore…
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