Operation Hill Fort.

Despite living in Lampeter for the past three years, I've never really ventured out of my accommodation further than the supermarket or the pub. Today, Emma and I decided to go for a morning walk to a place known as the 'Hill Fort', a few miles from where I live. It took us two and a quarter hours in total for the return trip and it was bitterly cold but it was a really nice walk.

I think this frost on the grass is proof enough of how cold it was this morning.

I suppose I'm lucky to live in a place with such lovely scenery although sometimes I get too dragged down by the sadness of being so far from home that I fail to appreciate the beautiful place that I'm forced to live in.

Emma pretending to be a tree... as you do.

Alongside lovely country views, we stumbled across some rather pretty little critters.

 

The woods were deathly quiet, with no noise from cars or planes. That's how I like my countryside - the only sound was the tweeting of the birds and the crackling of leaves.

Eventually we reached the Hill Fort and, as Emma failed to tell me, it's actually not a fort of any description. Clearly a Fort used to be there... but used is the key word. It is just a wide expanse of flat grass. Nevertheless, the views did not disappoint... even if I didn't get to climb on some ancient monument.

The 'Fort'.

The countryside of South Wales is lovely and perhaps I should enjoy it more in my last two months as a temporary Welsh citizen.