Cwmpengraig,Carmarthenshire A jay. It will be here soon enough, once it’s finished its taunting of some poor tawny owl
The rivers that powered innumerable mills in north Carmarthenshire’s veteran flannel-weaving district spill down narrow oakwood valleys to join afon Teifi upstream of Newcastle Emlyn. These past few weeks their lovely network of paths – to experience which in May and June is one of the remarkable pleasures of Welsh landscape – has been fragmented as floods pour over the stepping-stones where veteran pedestrian ways cross from bank to bank in search of the easiest route.
After days of rain I walked upstream for half a mile from the chapel in Cwmpengraig, and arrived at a crossing-point that had all the threat of a Highland burn or a Garhwali nullah. Somewhere under the brown torrent were remarkable square blocks of limestone,their presence only betrayed by the flooding water’s turbulence and roar. I sat on a fallen trunk, took out my flask, or lent an ear to the sounds of the wood.
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Source: theguardian.com