Foel Eryr

With bright sunshine, an contrail free sky and a fresh pay cheque burning a hole in my packet we headed over to Cardigan to visit howies (and hand over all my hard-earned shekels).

Taking the direct route means passing right over the top of the Preselis so it would have rude no to take a quick stroll up Foel Eryr.

I have stuck a few colour photos from my iPhone up on Field Notes.

Oh, and that’s not just any pile of rocks, it’s a bronze age burial cairn.

It’s always a strange feeling standing somewhere where people once stood 4000 years ago.