Sometimes I reckon you need to be a Keats or a Wordsworth to describe a scene....particularly one such as this, with the Bronze Age skyline of Moel Hebog rising above temperature inversion in Nant Gwynant. A grouping of hut circles is just out of shot, below to the right, within the mist. The same place the psyche goes at times such as this.
Image credit: Robert Gladstone
