Love Brown Willy.
Let's run up a waterfall, swim where the mythical stag swam, and peer out over the valleys from the lake up near the sky.
'Mum, Mum, Mum, can you look after my rock parrot, please?'
Sitting at the very top of a mountain in thick fog with two exhausted children gave me a moment's reflection.
Lovely, child-friendly walk (in good weather).
A quick hello from South Wales.
Absolutely, completely brilliant.
In which I run like a gazelle. Or something.
This, perhaps, was happiness.