So tonight- a simple wot I did story - I finally got out to walk for a few hours, over the hill, past the conspicuous, but widely-not-recognised standing stone, past flowering bilberry and the coconut scent of flowering gorse and the ex-trout pond and up (1)

Through the gate which clearly delineates the boundary to another world, to the high free pasture, the ffridd, past the unusual quartz block in the wall, past the gate posts captured from a nearby stone circle and held out-of-place for centuries (2)

Past lichen-encrusted standing stones preserved in wall aspic, hemmed in by more walls and gates,but I’m so lucky to wander, to exercise, and walk further still up to the first sight of the Waen Oer (cold moorland)stone row and cross another gated boundary into the field (3)

Obviously the sheep are unhappy, but the evening light highlights the natural patterning on the central recumbent stone, and the field for once is dry and I can explore this favourite field again easily, despite the protesting ewes, before moving further on ... (4)

To the panoramic viewpoint over the Mawddach Estuary with mock Neolithic tomb and very recent scattering of ashes and just off the road I find for the first time a real cairn, pos Bronze Age - definitely robbed, this nothing-hill always offers me something new, every time (5)

& then I notice the full moon rising in front of me as the sun sets behind, I haven’t walked this far up onto the hill for months, I notice strange rocks on the horizon that I must come back to check out, walking distance from home-now is the time to finally visit the closeby(6)

& then the road drops down, into shadow,into a different room, ruled by the rising Equinox moon, the Bryn Seward stone row lies ahead now, rich with dry lichens, & there is the forestry which you should never enter alone. & obv my phone dies now - but I made it home before dark!