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Cwm Cau

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6°C, miserable here, better in Powys


On the South face of Cadair Idris, the lake Llyn Cau. Yesterday. The snow started at about 1,000ft, it formed a decent ground-cover a few hundred metres higher here at this lake Llyn Cau. We had intended to go to the beach but the mountains called with their bright white peaks in the patches of sunshine.

Make a survey for up to at least 15 people

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9°C, showers, clammy

You can work out what’s wrong with the title.
Fine morning to unblock a stinking drain. The overspill left a layer of slimy mud below the window which must have been teeming with life. My guess is there were algae living in it along with the inevitable fungi. Further along the food chain were a growing family of slugs, looking like miniature gherkins. They were so happy. The fungi spent their time making the rotten newspaper smell, and the jelly-like clear slimes- what were they. Or maybe not; times like this I need an expert in microscopic-smelly-lifeforms.
All wet and shiny clean now.

A day to be confused by stuff that people write. Go away, sit in a quiet dark room and and think really hard.

 

Fogged

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6°C, Fog

Now, suddenly we see it’s winter. I am not cold. Credit that to long-johns & a vest.

I am stunned by my tiredness, it’s been quite a weekend. But as I usually say, in that tedious middle-aged bloke way, Monday is the day to recover from a good weekend.
Further, those long-johns are too warm, I have been forced to take them off and cool down.

Camp was indeed cosy

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10°C, freshening.

Warm, dry and very campable week.

Great campsite, only us, the river and a Portaloo in the opposite corner. Oh, and not to forget- about six sheep. After a day’s walking, I’d wash in the river, and collect water for the camp.The wind was odd, despite the revailing southerly, all of the big gusts were from the west. The tent held.

late afternoon happens in the night

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15°C, sun & some soaking; Cycle 71 miles

In lanes like these:

This was the scene, nearly home, only 10 miles to go in Seckington.

A struggle against the wind for the last 25 miles.
No sign of turning the heating on yet, no need. Night temperatures are as high as 12°C. See if the campsites are so cosy.

Succession (contingent upon)

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15°C, clear, minimal breeze

Secession: could this be the word I am looking for? We need (as you know from previous posts on here) a word for the process of  nature reclaiming derelict man-made sites.

this Beech is watching you from Beaudesert.

On second thoughts, Succession is pretty close to the idea I had in mind, see here: Wiki

longer is easier

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17°C, brightening

Made it half-way home before remembering something left behind. The ride back then added 8 miles to the total journey. But contrary to expectation that made the ride home easier. It’s all about the benefits of a good warm up. I can only conclude that cycling to work would be easier if work was further away.
Morning briefing & a bit of assembly.

Cadair instead

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15°C, dry, light cloud NW

Interesting, interesting days.

Went to Cadair Idris instead. I’ll be going through every step of this weekend in my head in my head over the next week.
Ask me when you see me.

Frogs dodging the combine

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17°C, westerlies continue. Cycle 36 Miles.

Better start packing again. Cycled slowly to start with- combine harvesters only do 12 mph on a single-track road, no room to pass. But after 6 wheels rolled over along 3 tracks, a perfectly unharmed frog flopped several times to the verge.Lucky damned frog: there go the quick, here are the dead. He was too fast to catch on camera. May your luck contine..