I should know that when a weather forecast says showers, it translates to solid, incessant rain in Welsh. That’s what I got from Rhayader, past the Elan Valley, through Devil’s Bridge and all the way to Cardigan. It only eased there and on past Moylgrove. All the time I was thinking, “I’m only two or three hours from Bristol. I can always run back there.”
But I pushed on and found a £25 B&B in Fishguard despite recent assertions that such a price was no longer possible.
Did I see anything through all this precipitation? One red kite, just in Herefordshire, before I hit Knighton. Another somewhere through Powys and a wheatear as I entered Ceredigion. But above all, the streams were in full spate and silver filaments decorated the hillsides. That’s the reward for rain over mountain roads. Wouldn’t swap it for a lottery win.
Even so I hoped that the weather would allow a clearer Tuesday at the tip of Pembrokeshire.