I bought the Sunday Telegraph and almost immediately regretted saving 20p – it isn’t half as good as the Sunday Times. 
After spending a few hours reading the paper and Polly scurrying around the house cleaning around me we decided to go to Llyn Mawr for a walk and a picnic.
John soon came back from his camping trip to Farmer Phil’s festival at Ratlinghope with little Ben. John sat his straight down, got the scissors out and started cutting clumps of his ha irout trying to rid him on nit eggs which had attached themselves to strands of hair. He didn’t complain much.
Polly and I left the flea-ridden people and drove up to Llyn Mawr above Clatter. By the time we got there it was a bit blowy so we decided to have our picnic in the car! Egg and ham rolls, fruit corner yoghurt, coucous and crisp – lovely. We eventually forced ourselves out of the car and through the gate onto the hill. From the top we could see 360 degrees up the Severn valley and all the way to North Wales. We could see the hills at Trewern and lots and lots of wind farms on top of the hills. 
At the top I could hear Polly speaking to someone – who on earth could be up this hill on such a windy and wet and cold day – a couple of oldish people were huddled behind a rock looking out over Llyn Mawr…. made Polly jump a mile when she saw them.
The wind blew us back to the car and then we went right up on top of the Mochdre hills where we were brought up and revisited a lot of our old haunts – funny how much you can remember from over 30 years ago.