21st OCT. BELOW YSGWD-FORD TO WARREN BANK nr.FELINDRE

Woke up hoping the clocks had gone back but the 6.45 was the real time so I got on with the routine.
At 8.30 we started walking through conifer woodland in morning mist.I always hope to see a deer or something when walking in woodland ,but Josh walked heavy footed and decided to break twigs as we passed. My subtle hint to keep quiet was ignored so I snapped at him and I doubt any wildlife was around after that.We climbed up Ysgwd-ffordd, at about 440m, solitary trees stood silhouetted and mysterious in grey mist and needless to say views were limited.
By the time we had reached Moel Dod the mist had burnt off and revealed a heathland with bracken gorse and sheep. The grass was short and as height had been gained the walking not that strenuous.
We got to Llanbadarn Fynydd about 5.5 miles on,  a small village which seemed to come in two parts. As we approached a house, just passed the pretty spired church, a little woman was coming out of her house and I asked her if there was a shop that was open - it was Sunday. Although the guide book stated there was a post office /shop we have learnt not to get our hopes up as they are often no longer trading. The lady directed us passed the church and onto the main A483 road. We followed her directions to find ourselves 100 m behind our human gps. She had either teleported ahead or taken a short cut through the church yard,  however she got to the shop before us.   It was weird such a small village so apart and scattered. The shop , and petrol station , was a community run enterprise,  volunteers manned the shop.  It was ideal for us to top up on snacks and treats. We sat by the war memorial in the sun having bowls of cereal, coke and crisps - bliss!
Josh could not believe how many people from small villages had been lost in the two world wars. I must admit I agreed and was guilty of taking all the war memorials for granted.
With our tums full we walked up a steepish road being reminded by a horse rider that we had a steep climb,  I think we knew but we thanked them for their great moral boosting information.
As we gained the top a Red Kite circled the pasture ahead , first one since the coast!
The sun shone but there was little heat in the breeze. It was a bare topped undulating route,  devoid of tree and hedge,  barren except for sheep. We went passed an old Norman settlement but it looked just like a hillock to me. Strange Roman ruins tended to survive but this being younger had not!
Views were alot better than earlier,  alot of sky. As we approached Hopes Castle Farm dogs barking at us had me checking the route,  yep we do not go passed the dogs, we missed the way mark post,  thankfully we did not have to run through the unfriendly dog gauntlet. Two miles on descending into the Felindre we braved three dogs which were thankfully chained up.
The route through the rather uneventful village had us not stopping but now heading south with a steep climb via track onto heath and heather hill land. Sheep again grazing staring at us as we passed as if to say shall we run?
Two miles on on a stream bank we stopped,  it was only 4.30 but Josh was keen to stop. He looked tired and my ankles ached so I was pleased also. We had covered 15.5 miles and would easily finish the Glyndwrs Way tomorrow.
We brewed a tea ,then having sat in a increasingly dipping
sun we pitched the tent to get warm. I got rice and sauce on fairly quick, a big filling meal.
That evening we listened to Radio 1 chart show, Josh amused at my lack of knowledge of HIS music. My attempt to sound hip by saying a song was by Tiny Temphar was laughed at. Later when he was asleep I tuned back to my comfort zone - Radio 4.