In preparation for the cleevewold, I took a trip upto Shropshire and hauled my sorry carcass round the Valleys route. It had been a few years since my last visit. Things hadn't got any easier. Funnily enough the only time I had to get the map out because i'd lost my recollection was when I came across a bit of road.
The sun shone. The wind blew and tugged at the grass. The lovely batch streams were as clear as the sky above.