I headed out early on Saturday morning to hunt for the kingfisher that frequents the Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal near our house. The sun shone for an hour or so casting a warm glow along the water’s edge. I tromped up and down searching for the the bird in his usual fishing spots before a cold wind and thick cloud descended and ushered me home. The kingfisher was nowhere to be seen – he only ever seems to make an appearance when I don’t have my camera.
Today, was a completely different scene. The first snow of the season dusted the hilltops on the edge of the Brecon Becons. Snow is always a pleaser so we jumped in the car and headed to Skirrid Fawr for a morning walk. We were on the top of the mountain by 9.30am; just two of us being blasted by an icy wind as we soaked in the panoramic view of Sugarloaf Mountain, Blorenge and Abergavenny. 24 hours, two places only 15 minutes apart and two completely different weather experiences – nice!