At Forest Farm a crow blasted through the hedgerow. I jumped.
On the Taff trail, the sky was reflected in cold February waters.
Through Taffs Well, closing in on a group ahead. They turned left at Ponty. I went on.
Quakers yard, toward the hills.
Great little climb that. Keeps you working.
The descent from Treharris. Helter skelter, no mat required.
Up to Sengenydd moor. I love this moor. I love this moor. I love this moor. I love….
Bright blue sky. lazy clouds in gusty winds. A turbine at work. How fresh the air is.
It looks like the Dales. A little bit of Yorkshire. Here. In Wales.
Climb the other side. Nantgarw gives access to the Southern moor and hovering hawks.
PAY ATTENTION. A hidden branch smacks my face and wakes me up. Boy that stings.
Gwaleod Y Garth. I’ve been on my moor, I can now see my hill. Soon I’ll see my home. Returning is a reward in itself.
I know you know how it is.