Turning mountains upside down with bleating sheep

Bessy, Margaret and I have just returned from spending the Bank Holiday weekend in the Brecon Beacons, a favourite spot of ours in which to get lost.

We had a bit of fun when Bessy decided that she would bleat. We couldn't find her for hours but then Margaret made a Welsh Cake as her Granny had taught her and the Beacons turned upside down and emptied Bessy out into my lap. She was still bleating, but wonderfully. Such was the weekend.