It was 6.10 in the morning. Outside it was misty; no chance of a decent photograph, so I went back to bed. I’d just hit the pillow when I thought, “hang on, isn’t this exactly the weather I want?”. I jumped out of bed, had a quick shower, and shot out of the door.
I was on retreat at Llangasty again, on the shore of Llangorse Lake, with hills all around and the Brecons to the south. There’s a lovely triangular mountain on the north-east side of the lake (Mynydd Troed; the sharp peak in the images here), and it crossed my mind that the views from there might be amazing.
So by seven I was some way up the mountain. Mist hovered over the lake and across part of the vale, and also hung over the River Usk. The peaks of the Brecon Beacons were clear. These are the best two photos I took – and I’d encourage you to click to enlarge to see them on a larger scale… 🙂
As I got back, I noticed that the colony of house martins, which nest under the eaves, were particularly active – but occasionally some would sit, somewhat incongruously, on the slate roof. A group of 6 were particularly eye-catching.