Herefordshire Week 088: Tuesday 31 August – Monday 06 September 2021

Apples, Sugar Loaf and our Pembrokeshire holiday part 1.

Newgale to Solva: The Pembrokeshire Coast
Newgale to Solva: The Pembrokeshire Coast

Quiet week at work. VWW and Family Zoom Wednesday and Thursday. Felt a bit sluggish – didn’t manage to get out for a walk at all, spending most of Tuesday morning doing last week’s photos and weeknotes. Gloomy weather made for similar spirits.

Dad and Jean came for morning coffee on Tuesday and we had a stroll around the grounds checking out the apples and plums, and on Thursday afternoon we had an unexpected visitor with Su calling round on her way to meet with friends who were spending a couple of nights Up On A Hill.

A good long walk Friday morning, after coffee in the conservatory – our summer (and late spring / early Autumn) lounge. It’s warm enough even on cloudy days. The walk took me to Kerrys Gate, Black Bush to check out the results of the road closure (“tree removal and bridge repairs”), on to Bacton and up to Tremorithic. Low cloud slumped along the top of Hatterall Ridge. Coming down Cwm Hill, I saw the three fields there are up for sale. I wonder why. Through Abbey Dore, turning left to take the footpath along the river to Riverdale, back up to Kerrys Gate and home for lunch. I mapped the route using Strava on B’s old phone and my Fitbit – Distance: 9.84 miles; Elevation Gain: 999 ft; Time: 2h 37m.

Phil and I spent the afternoon picking apples and wild plums, mainly in the orchard where the Golden Delicious apple tree and the wild plum are prolific producers this year. The Worcester Pearmain has a small crop of its beautiful crimson red apples, but the Discovery has hardly any, and the young dwarf Bramley none at all.

Given we’d had the two apple trees down by the (ex) railway track pruned at the start of this year, we weren’t expecting much of a crop from them this year, and although the Laxton’s Superb has hardly any, we did get a half bucketful from the other one (not named on dad’s Tree Map). The wasps had munched a lot already.

Orchard Harvest 2021: First crop of apples and wild plums
Orchard Harvest 2021: First crop of apples and wild plums

Once picked, we washed the apples and left the good ones to dry before settling them carefully in the apple racks, hoping to avoid too many bad apples this year. The ones with bruises, bites or burrowings, and any windfalls or fallers we’d collected, I chopped and either froze ready for crumbles and chutneys or stewed and froze for puddings. No room in the freezers for any more! We shall have to eat up some of the other contents as the Golden Delicious has a lot more fruit left on its branches and we haven’t even tackled the neighbouring apple tree (uh oh) in the orchard or any of the apple trees on the lower path. We did take a quick look, and picked a few apples off the Bramley. The Egremont Russet isn’t quite there yet, and there don’t seem to be that many apples on it.

Pizza for dinner, watching Nomadland.

Saturday was the start of our holiday week and the morning’s plan was Sugar Loaf with the GVWC, Phil coming along too. Whilst I’ve walked up Sugar Loaf from two different directions within recent memory, the GVWC route promised a third alternative, from Fro Car Park. The roads off the A465 signposted Bettws and Forest Coal Pit were easier than the steep single track up to the main Sugar Loaf car park, and we arrived at an empty car park at 9.45.

A much bigger group than on my previous pair of outings and slower pace, plus a small porky pie about the distance meant the 4 mile / 2 hour walk ended up being 5.5 mile / 3 hr 20 min. Normally not a problem, but a pain given we’d planned to have lunch at home to to drive to Pembs in the early-mid afternoon.

Still, I’m glad we went – it’s an easy route and we had much better weather than of late, with the morning cloud burning off to leave a sunny and hot day. Busy at the top, and the views were a bit hazy.

Phil on the summit ridge, Sugar Loaf
Phil on the summit ridge, Sugar Loaf

The return section through Parc Lodge woods was particularly lovely, as were the red berried rowan trees and hawthorn bushes amidst the green, green bracken.

Phil in Parc Lodge woods
Phil in Parc Lodge woods
Rowan trees, with red berries
Rowan trees, with red berries

A good route for future ref.

Back at base around 1.30pm, Phil rustled up lunch while I packed the car. Passing by on his tractor with a trailer of hay bales, Ray stopped for a chat. A fox took all bar one of their chickens this week.

Finally set off on the drive West, taking the usual Hay – Brecon – Llandovery route. All was going swimmingly until, just outside Sennybridge the traffic came to a standstill, and 6 or so cars ahead we could see why – a sheep trailer had overturned and the occupants had escaped – a flock of (unscathed) sheep were running hither and thither across the A40. We waited for a bit, but there didn’t seem much of a plan for corralling the creatures, so we turned tail and took the back roads to Sennybridge. Thank heavens for mobile maps.

Shopped in Haverfordwest – flagging by then (7pm) – and arrived at the van around 8pm. Lovely and quiet and so, so good to be back by the sea. We both miss it. Unpacked and demolished a speedy posh pasta dinner, with M&S garlic bread plus wine and beer. Well, we are on holiday!

Sunday was a beautiful day, just right for the first proper day of our hols. A slow start, then a stroll on Newgale Beach, end to end. Low tide meant we got all the way to the rocks at the southern end. By the time we were back at the van the skies were clear and the sun was out in splendour. So hot I had to change into a lighter T shirt, and wished I’d brought my swimming costume….

Newgale Beach, low tide

Settled out in the deck, finishing off A Comedy of Terrors in print and The Children of Jocasta on audiobook (I’m a convert).

Late afternoon, once the heat had started to wane, I set off to walk the footpaths around the Southwood Estate, and back along the beach, the sun glinting on the gentle waves. Beautiful. I’d not taken my phone so no podcasts to distract me from the scenery, the flowers and the birds – I watched a hawk hovering, diving and being buffeted by a trio of small birds, presumably protecting their young. A little later, pairs of russet breasted birds periodically settled on the gorse and grasses, and I attempted a few photos in the hope that I could work out what they are.

Hovering Hawk
Hovering Hawk
Red breasted bird with white collar, on the coast path
Red breasted bird with white collar, on the coast path

[Having looked at the photos, I’m pretty sure the hovering bird was a kestrel and the russet-breasted birds were stonechats]

Back at base, I persuaded Phil to come back to the beach to see the sunset, and we sat on the stones watching the sun and the waves, the people and the birds, until the sun disappeared into the bank of hazy cloud that’d been hiding the coastline for most of the afternoon. Not quite a sunset, but lovely all the same.

September Sunset, Newgale Beach
September Sunset, Newgale Beach

Quiche and salad for tea, watching Grand Designs – a new series.

Up early on Monday at 7am (I’ve been sleeping in later at home in recent weeks, not sure why), left P sleeping and settled on the sofa with tea and muesli to start Underland. I’d found I was reluctant to read it, bringing it with me more out of a sense of “I ought to” rather than “I want to”. I’m not sure what was putting me off – perhaps the title and the theme, but as ever with Robert Macfarlane’s writing, it’s drawn me in from page 1.

It turned into another lovely day and, once P was up, we spent the day walking along the coast path to Solva and back.

Newgale to Solva: Panorama - Black Rock, Penrhyn Headland (south), Solva Harbour and Upper Solva
Newgale to Solva: Panorama – Black Rock, Penrhyn Headland (south), Solva Harbour and Upper Solva

Lunch was burger and chips, sat outside at The Cambrian Inn. Lovely.

Lunch at The Cambrian Inn - Spicy Veggie Burger, triple cooked chips and coleslaw
Lunch at The Cambrian Inn – Spicy Veggie Burger, triple cooked chips and coleslaw

Plus a Pint of Bitter Shandy – Heaven!

A Pint of Bitter Shandy - Heaven!
A Pint of Bitter Shandy – Heaven!

Hot and sunny. Blue skies above. A bit too hot on the return leg to be honest. I really should have brought my swimming costume!

Solva to Newgale: Dinas Fach, Newgale Beach beyond
Solva to Newgale: Dinas Fach, Newgale Beach beyond

Sat out on the deck listening to Manda Scott’s Boudica: Dreaming the Eagle. Dinner watching The Hunt for A Killer.

A smashing day.

TV: Sex Education (series 1),  Nomadland, Grand Designs and The Hunt for A Killer.

Podcasts / audiobooks: History Extra, The History of England (podcasts), The Children of Jocasta and Boudica: Dreaming the Eagle (audiobooks).

Photos: Herefordshire week 88 on Flickr.

Phil: f/e 2021-09-12

Herefordshire Week 087: Tuesday 24 – Monday 30 August 2021

Sunny Bank Holiday weekend with visitors = walking, eating and catching up.

Twmpa Panorama
Twmpa Panorama

But the anticyclonic gloom continues and all hell breaks loose in Afghanistan.

After last week’s observation that hay baling was over a month later than last year’s, I’ve realised that many things are running a month or so later, but a few things are earlier. Apples are later – I was making chutney in mid-August last year and we’d got the apple racks by then too – but, as S spotted last week, leaves are turning yellow already. I had thought we were picking blackberries by now, but it turns out that was a September thing.

I’m still planning to make bigger batches of blackberry gin and whiskey for next year (eeking out this year’s batches of both) and LOTS of apple chutney for my fans in Pembs.

And on the bird front, Phil spotted the bald headed robin (it lives!) and for a couple of days, we had mistle thrushes perched on the power lines.

Mistle Thrushes on the power lines
Mistle Thrushes on the power lines

At the bird feeders, I spotted a coal tit amongst the greedy great tits and blue tits. I’ve not seen so much of the woodpeckers, but there are plenty of chaffinches, nuthatches, robins, sparrows, dunnocks and blackbirds feeding, and washing / drinking.

Great Tit Gets A Nut
Great Tit Gets A Nut
Female Chaffinch with a peanut
Female Chaffinch with a peanut
Nuthatch takes a drink
Nuthatch takes a drink

The blue tits in particular are excessively cute when they are having a bath in the font. There is a lot of splashing.

Blue tit taking a bath - a lot of splashing!
Blue tit taking a bath – a lot of splashing!
Bedraggled blue tit after taking a bath
Bedraggled blue tit after taking a bath

We had a few bonks on the conservatory this week too, including a coal tit, but thankfully, no casualties.

Coal tit, recovering from a close encounter with a conservatory window
Coal tit, recovering from a close encounter with a conservatory window

Tuesday morning brought more of the same cool overcast weather (“anticyclonic gloom” I learnt from the radio this morning), so after a late start I did the Cockyard – Duffryn – Camp Crossroads walk. The morning got brighter as I walked, and I found more ripe blackberries than we have in the hedgerows closer to home. A lot of traffic too (relatively).

LED Trustee call in the evening, and KMCA drinks – I always really enjoy catching up with my colleagues. Can’t wait until we can meet in person again.

Another relatively quiet week at work. The calm before September’s storm. VWW with Hazel, no Family Zoom as dad and Jean were on the Cathedrals Tour with The Friends of Hereford Cathedral.

I’ve been using Tuffmail as my email host for years, and a couple of months ago they announced they’d be closing. Thankfully Phil had already made the move to Fastmail, and on Thursday and Friday he, I and Tom coordinated the move of the Loosemore family’s email. So far, straightforward and seamless.

Friday: the morning’s promised sunshine failed to materialise, which in some ways was A Good Thing as, after finishing Zadie Smith’s Swing Time, I spent the morning in Hereford – library, opticians, charity shop drop off, supermarket shopping and a catch up call with Steffi while I sat in the car in Sainsbury’s car park.

Back home for a late lunch then took the Honda Mower for a tour of the edges and tricky bits in advance of the Denton family visit on Sunday, and “made” some Vanilla Snickers ice cream for then too. Watered, snipped a few brambles, tested a couple of the Victoria Plums and an Egremont Russet. Not far off…. Plenty of wild plums this year, or perhaps I’m noticing them more because we are here.

Wild plums
Wild plums

Friday night pizza and the last instalment of The Assassination of Gianni Versace, plus some TikTok. Getting dark around 8pm, feeling like autumn has arrived already.

Over the weekend, a university friend and family were staying near Hay-on-Wye, so we met up for a walk up Hay Bluff (along to Twmpa and back via the Gospel Pass) and a late pub lunch on Saturday and they came here for a BBQ on Sunday. Lovely.

Cloudy start - looking north west from the path up Hay Bluff
Cloudy start – looking north west from the path up Hay Bluff

Sunny both days, although low grey clouds were concealing Hay Bluff when I arrived at the Stone Circle Car Park. And it was too cold to eat outside on Sunday evening.

Phil and I spent some of Sunday morning rearranging the furniture in the conservatory and we’re agreed, the new lay out is The Winner.

Conservatory - Optimal Layout Achieved!
Conservatory – Optimal Layout Achieved!

I also checked the ride on mower for clogged up grass, in the hope that that would explain why the grass collector has stopped working. More expert inspection by our guests confirmed our suspicions that it’s the power belt. So, I shall be calling Ron Smith to find out about repairs and servicing…. Thankfully they do offer a pick up / return service.

Sunday’s other achievement was to set up Borrowbox on my devices so that I can read eBooks and, more importantly, listen to audio books borrowed from the Library. I’ve started with the audio book of Natalie Haynes The Children of Jocasta.

Monday was deemed a Dressing Gown Day. Well, it was a Bank Holiday, and it was back to the overcast skies and cool temperature. Intending to read the latest of Lindsey Davies’ Albia adventures I was sidetracked by The Idle Woman‘s blog, which kept me engrossed for almost the whole day and for most of the evening until just before midnight.

The Idle Woman mainly writes abut books she’s read and her tastes are similar to mine – Contemporary / Modern fiction, Historical novels and Science Fiction & Fantasy, although her SF&F reading ranges more broadly than mine and she doesn’t seem to be a fan of crime novels. But, most significantly, her two favourite ever characters / series are also mine: Francis Crawford in Dorothy Dunnett’s Lymond Chronicles and Fitz (and the Fool and Nighteyes) in Robin Hobb’s Farseer and Tawny Man Trilogies. Lymond surfaced relatively early on in my afternoon’s reading but Fitz, the Fool and Nighteyes took longer to get a mention and I’d been wondering for a good few hours if she had read any Robin Hobb as Hobb’s work seemed right up The Idle Woman‘s street, so I was delighted when I found out that she’s a Fitz and Fool fan too.

TV: The Assassination of Gianni Versace, Sex Education (series 1), The Witcher (series 1 – inspired by This Idle Woman)

Podcasts / audiobooks: History Extra, The History of England and The Children of Jocasta

Photos: Herefordshire week 87 on Flickr.

Phil: w/e 2021-08-29.

Herefordshire Week 086: Tuesday 17 – Monday 23 August 2021

Hay baling, bonfires and backroads.

Phil’s sister has been staying with us for most of this week, and Tuesday morning was spent driving to Birmingham and back to pick her up. Plans to see A&M were foiled by a potential COVID-19 exposure (and not enough time to get a PCR test to confirm either way).

Quiet week at work – how nice – and managed to finish up ‘early’ on Thursday which gave me and S sufficient time for a bonfire, getting through the large pile of garden cuttings plus 1 1/2 piles of Richard’s hedge trimmings. Up early on Friday to fit in the rest. A good job to have got done.

The highlight of the week was Ray and friends baling the hay in Kiln Field on Wednesday afternoon. Phil went to lend a hand. I delivered tea and cake after work.

Hay baling in Kiln Field
Hay baling in Kiln Field

More than a month later than last year.

We headed into Hereford on Friday afternoon and, after a mooch around the shops and sights, sat on the terrace of The Left Bank enjoying a (tiny) pot of tea and cake in the 30 minutes of sunshine there was, and watching a man in waders catch big fish in the River Wye. Lots of them. It is refreshing to see Hereford through someone else’s eyes, and to enjoy some of the more sociable things the city has to offer. All too often we just do a ‘tactical hit’ focused on shopping, library and admin.

Saturday was wet and with cloud so low we couldn’t see Cwm Hill let alone Hatterall Ridge. So we drove to Hay-on-Wye for an hour’s pottering, finding it full of posh London families on holiday and people dressed up for World War II. As Phil observed, reenactment and cosplay – what’s the real difference? Home via the back roads for a change.

Al fresco fry up on Sunday morning then drove S back to Birmingham Airport.

Al fresco fry up - Veggie version
Al fresco fry up – Veggie version

Plans to see A&M were scuppered again by another potential COVID-19 exposure (and not enough time for PCR results). Home around 6pm.

I’ve done the Bacton Square a couple of times this week – once before work on Thursday (backwards) and again with Phil on Monday morning (forwards). We measured our stride lengths when we got back, and I’ve updated my FitBit profile in the hope of more accurate stats. (0.83m if you’re interested.)

Rest of Monday was getting garden jobs done – weedkiller spraying, bramble snipping, black currant bush weeding – and catching up with computing. It brightened up as the afternoon went on and so I headed out for a late afternoon / early evening stroll – Cockyard & Kerrys Gate. Very sociable around Jury’s Farm.

TV: (Half of) The Lego Movie 2 (not that wowed; too frenetic), The Chair (not that wowed) and The Assassination of Gianni Versace (better).

Podcasts: The History of EnglandHistory Extra, In Our Time and Great Lives.

Photos: Herefordshire week 86 on Flickr.

Phil: w/e 2021-08-22.

Herefordshire Week 085: Tuesday 10 – Monday 16 August 2021

Good walking in the Brecon Beacons National Park – Sugar Loaf and Waterfall Country.

More Mazda musing. FLIES, meet swat.

And I had to deal with a BIRD inside the CONSERVATORY!

Sugar Loaf Circular: Panorama to the north west
Sugar Loaf Circular: Panorama to the north west

On Tuesday morning I dropped off Phil at Abergavenny station then drove up to  the car park at Mynydd Llanwenarth and did Countryfile’s Walk: Sugar Loaf mountain, Monmouthshire, which I’ve christened the Sugar Loaf Circular.

Sugar Loaf Circular: National Trust Omega Sign - Sugar Loaf & Pen-y-Fal
Sugar Loaf Circular: National Trust Omega Sign – Sugar Loaf / Pen-y-Fal

It was a super 2 hour 20 mins walk summiting Sugar Loaf / Pen y Fâl (596m). Magic views all the way, especially from the top.

Sugar Loaf Circular: Sugar Loaf summit from the lower slopes
Sugar Loaf Circular: Sugar Loaf summit from the lower slopes

Tuesday afternoon brought some drama when I heard some bangs from the conservatory – and a quick look revealed a blue tit had managed to get inside and was flapping around, banging on the windows in its attempts to escape. I’d opened the windows in the morning but only a crack. Why on earth did it decide to come in, and WHY did it do it when Phil wasn’t around???? I really, really don’t like birds – or fish.

A little later, once I’d girded my loins, I crept in, opened the double doors and retreated back into the telly room, and then went outside to leave some peanuts and a dish of water on the patio by the doors in an attempt to lure it out.

Checking again at 6.30pm, it was still inside. So it was time to put an emergency call in to dad, half hoping he’d volunteer to come round to sort it out for me. But no. He did advise that my best bet was to open all the windows as wide as they can go, and hope the bird would find its way out.  So I did – after a lot more loin girding. Thankfully, when I checked before going to bed, it looked like the blue tit had finally worked out the way out. There hadn’t been any flapping or banging in the conservatory for a while and there was no bird to be seen. And so I closed all the windows and doors back up.

When he got home, I did ask Phil to check that there wasn’t an expired blue tit trapped by the flattened packing boxes behind the chairs.

My usual working week felt longer than usual, partly because I was Home Alone and partly because August is living up to its “isn’t it quiet?” tag. Sociable evenings with S&S, VWW and Family Zoom balanced things out a bit.

Picked up Phil on Thursday evening with a speedy shop in Morrisons en route.

On Friday I managed to rise and shine early enough for my morning walk – the first time this week – and then we headed up to Leominster, partly because Friday is Market Day and partly because I’d spotted another Mazda MX-5 which I wanted to take a look at.

After nice potter around Leominster, a visit to their J-Mart (most successful purchase to date – the fly swat!) we paid a visit to Leominster Motors to check out the MX5. I preferred the colour, the mileage, price and soft top were OK but I didn’t like the fact that they’d not bothered touching up the chips and scratches on the paintwork.

Back via Bridge Sollers and some of the black and white villages.

Late lunch then an afternoon mowing. The grass collector stopped working, but Phil came to the rescue raking up the grass as I did the edges with the Honda mower. Too tired for pizza so we foraged leftovers from the fridge.

Up early on Saturday to join the Excalibur Walking Club on their Waterfall Country Walk – a fabulous 12+ mile circular hike from Pontneddfechan along a connected set of the Waterfall Country Walking Trails in the Brecon Beacons National Park.

Waterfall Country Walk: Waterfall Link Trail, following the Nedd Fechan upstream
Waterfall Country Walk: Waterfall Link Trail, following the Nedd Fechan upstream

Waterfalls galore. It more than lived up to its name.

Waterfall Country Walk: Sgwd yr Eira Trail - Sgwd yr Eira (Snow Waterfalls)
Waterfall Country Walk: Sgwd yr Eira Trail – Sgwd yr Eira (Snow Waterfalls)

A long day, especially given the Hereford – Neath drive at either end. Arriving home at 7.45pm (I’d left at 7am), Phil came to the rescue again, providing pizza and more of Ghosts.

Sunday was largely spent on the computer, flickring photos from yesterday’s walk and writing up this week’s walks. I’ve decided to add a new Category here – walking – and a new album on Flickr – Walks.

The teatime break was enhanced by the Abbeydore Golden Valley Tractor Run in aid of Marie Curie passing by our front door.

Finished off The Mystery of Mercy Close over coffee, toast and marmalade first thing on Monday morning, then did the Bacton Square backwards. Back at base, I hauled the bungalow’s surplus paving slabs over to the greenhouse to use as a border in place of the decking planks liberated in the dismantling of the outdoor train line. Staked up the tomatoes, picked the last of the tall lettuce (ie the ones that have bolted) and peas (5 pods). Pruned back some of the wild plum and brambles at the top of the lower path.

We had our first conservatory casualty for a while in the morning – a robin. But in better bird news I did manage to get some good shots of the green woodpecker that’s started feasting on creatures in the grass between the bird feeder pear tree and the kitchen window.

Green woodpecker
Green woodpecker

And we had a starling on the peanut bird feeder and font for the first time too. Just look at those polka dot spots!


TV: Ghosts (series 3). I have totally forgotten what I watched on Tuesday and Wednesday in Phil’s absence.

Podcasts: The History of EnglandHistory Extra, Books and Authors, Bookclub, World Book Club and SheDunnit.

Photos: Herefordshire week 85 on Flickr.

Phil: w/e 2021-08-15.

Waterfall Country Walk

12+ mile circular hike from Pontneddfechan along a connected set of the Waterfall Country Walking Trails in the Brecon Beacons National Park.

Waterfall Country Walk: Information Board at Pontneddfechan
Waterfall Country Walk: Information Board at Pontneddfechan

We took the Elidir Trail from Pontneddfechan village to Pont Melin-Fach picnic site, walking alongside the lovely Afon Pyrddin to Sgwd Gwladus (Lady Falls) and then up the Nedd Fechan to Pont Melin-Fach via Sgwd-y-Bedol (Horseshoe Falls) and Sgwd Ddwli Isaf and Sgwd Ddwli Uchaf (Lower and Upper Gushing Falls). Purple on the tourist map and signposts.

Waterfall Country Walk: Sgwd-y-Bedol (Horseshoe Falls)
Waterfall Country Walk: Sgwd-y-Bedol (Horseshoe Falls)

From Pont Melin-Fach we followed one of the Waterfall Link Paths to the Brecon Beacons National Park Authority car park and picnic site at Cwm Porth. This isn’t as well walked as the main trails and the route was tricker to find and to follow. Grey on the tourist map and green on the signposts. Soggy feet after crossing the fields.

Waterfall Country Walk: Waterfall Link Trail, following the Nedd Fechan upstream
Waterfall Country Walk: Waterfall Link Trail, following the Nedd Fechan upstream

Another (much – much – more obvious) Waterfall Link Path led from Cwm Porth to join the The Four Falls Trail that run above and then along the Afon Mellte taking in Sgwd Clun-Gwyn (White Meadow Falls), Sgwd Isaf Clun-Gwyn (Lower White Meadow Falls) and Sgwd y Pannwr (Fuller’s Falls) – and some super balanced stone piles. From Sgwd y Pannwr we climbed back up through the forest and dropped down to the Afon Hepste for the “you can walk behind it” delights of Sgwd-yr-Eira (Snow Waterfall). Red on the tourist map and signposts / Green for the Waterfall Link Path sections. Very, very busy.

Waterfall Country Walk: Sgwd yr Eira Trail - Sgwd yr Eira (Snow Waterfalls)
Waterfall Country Walk: Sgwd yr Eira (Snow Waterfalls)

The Sgwd yr Eira Trail then brought us back to Dinas Rock (yellow on the tourist map and signposts) and a short stretch along the road back into Pontneddfechan – for a perfect pint at The Angel Inn.