Missed yesterday's post; busy striking camp in a brisk westerly cold front complete with torrential rain. Lunch at the (still) querky Druidstone hotel before a circuitous route via Ammanford, Llandovery and Brecon back to Llanvihangel Crucorney's (no really) real fires for dinner.
Reviewing the haul from my coastal walks I thought I would post this, the vetch with the best name: Vicia cracca. I always hear it in my head as though spoken by Frank Carson.
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