|I think this frost on the grass is proof enough of how cold it was this morning.|
|Emma pretending to be a tree... as you do.|
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 countryside of South Wales is lovely and perhaps I should enjoy it more in my last two months as a temporary Welsh citizen.