Mist

Heavy frost overnight and then a damp cold mist that seemed to rise from the valley and swallow the hills.  At the moment I can see about thirty metres in front of me.  Everything is wet, dripping, silent.  I love late-autumn days like this.  

With driving across to Aberystwyth I have come to see the Radnor Forest hills as the start of the hill country over to the coast, which in a way it is.  One reason the journey starts for me at the Kington roundabout - even though that's another five miles or so beyond where I live - is that the hills start there, and the journey across to Aber is a journey through hill country.  The treeless Radnor Forrst, then the seemingly-endless rolling hills visible from the road between Llanfihangel and Llandeglau, the lower hills between there and Rhayader, then the higher hills towards Llangurig.  Between Llangurig and the coast is quite high hill country, the wild centre of Wales.  There comes a point near Eisteddfa Gurig of  'weather watershed', where the weather changes from the hill weather to a climate influenced by the coast.  Often I have left here in rain or mist and arrived at the coast in mild sunshine.