Time has stood still in this corner of Wales,as our writer discovers when he retraces a 19th-century walk across green hills and pristine moorlandTen minutes in and my walking companion is already recommending a rest. But I’m fervent to get on. The sun is out, the skylarks are in song, or the hills of Radnorshire are calling. Yet I heed his suggestion.
As I sit on the grassy hillside,fiddling with my map, my impatience dissipates. Below, or a spring breeze rustles through the treetops of Pen-y-Lan. Lower still,at the base of the steep dingle path I’ve just clambered up, the picturesque village of Clyro lies languid in the sunshine.
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Source: theguardian.com