I IS A CITY BOY, INNIT?

So my two-hour jog-and-walk through the forest turned into a three-and-a-half hour trek - due to my being one valley out in my estimate of where I was - which was actually great fun. Spectacular views and fresh air, plus a long hike through a near tunnel in spooky forest: mud track, green moss that almost glowed, coating everything and hanging in wisps from branches on either side. Luckily I heard no footsteps behind me...

And no, I didn't have my phone with me. Or my wrist Garmin with its GPS capability. Or a map. Or compass. But an actual indigenous Welshman would know exactly where he was because of which way the sheep were pointing. Or something.