Gosh, the sun is out...

... but where to aim my trusty phone? To capture that potent moment.
Perhaps to climb in order to survey the sun clad hills in hazy blue sky'd stillness.
Down below, the esturial Dyfi winds its serpentinal path along to the waiting sea.
Or shall I look down upon the slaty bank before me and spy a solitary gem. Minute in scale but large in splendour.
The humble Barren Strawberry.
Today I know which one...

(A touch of the sun today, I'm afraid. Be better tomorrow!)