Since he too visited it in November, he must have seen the glorious colours of the autumn trees, the dying fall of a bygone era . . .and maybe also a red kite, wheeling through a hallowed sky of impossible, infinite blue.
|Pink thrift on St David's Head|
|Spring Squill and Buttercups|
|Looking northwards to Strumble Head|
|One of the Plant Rhys Ddwfn by Corbistiger|