Continuing the journey into Wales, Hay Bluff presides over the town of Hay-on-Wye and the borders - the Welsh Marches. Across the valley to the west is a similar scarp face known as Twmpa in Welsh, and Lord Hereford's Knob in English. Clumps of cottongrass brightened the bogs.
I had hoped to claim Twmpa for England, but the Houyhnhnms had got there first. Glorious views across the border lands.
The Gospel Pass swoops down into the Vale of Ewyas, where nestles the ruin of Llanthony priory, a substantial building "that [Thomas] Cromwell knocked abaht a bit" as my father would have said.
The crypt has been turned into a bar and restaurant, while the one surviving tower houses four rooms, which make an idyllic B&B. We stayed there a few times a few decades ago, waking to the sound of jackdaws and sheep.
This time the B&B of choice was in a farmhouse, Penyclawdd, with the perfect combination of a warm welcome from Mr and Mrs Davies (and Welsh border collies), a huge breakfast and lovely views from the bedroom window.
The B&B was chosen partly for its proximity to two wildlife reserves, Strawberry Cottage and Cwm Coed y Cerrig, both interesting in their own ways.
Western gorse just starting to flower - while our eastern variety is taking a break.