mamog cymraeg. | Wildlife around Wales

Got up at 7.00 felt like shite and went back to bed, got up at 10.30 with the intention of having a day blogging. the sun was in and out for a while then the whole sky became sky blue with just a few clouds . thats it I thought and packed my camera and off I went in search of fungi.

that load of mushrooms outside the gate had beed vandalized just leaving a few standing

ah well at least they will grow again

lets go find some more I thought as I headed out of town towards the Mochdre end of town. Mochdre !strange name that people would not translate into English. Sloping Town or Pigs Town, ie” mochyn is one pig, moch is pigs, bae is boar , hwch is sow, then there is the offspring moch/ mochyn bach, little pig/s. any way I ended up on a walk to Mochdre hoping to find something as excotic as a Fly Agaric , thats the red and whie spoted mushroom that everyone else has seen, photographed and blogged . but i did get some nice shots of other things including mushrooms .

always around is the Robin singing its song not sure if it thinks my long lens is some kind of earth mover to look for worms,

here we are mid October and flowers are still coming out this cranesbill flowers they say, May to September

another species of field mallow that blooms May till September.

as you can see I really did look for the elusive Fly agaric.

Balwen welsh ewe. mamog cymraeg.

white ewe

black and white cows

white charolais calves

a field full of ewes

I even stopped to take a photo of a red ladybird on the way.

flies do not like flying in the rain

the shire stallion belongs to the powys agricultural college

: fence post rotted from the inside.

just after i gave the horse a few strokes and told him he needed a haircut it started to rain again so took shelter for a few minutes then decided to head back.

Dolfor stream is a bit more than a trickle after the showers we have had recently,

looking up to the 3 houses and the bridge and that in the pre 19 50s was Mochdre beyond the houses is the hamlet of Stepaside,

looking over the small bridge one of the 3 old houses as a nice collection of old colectables a hand rolling mangle a single furrow horse plough.

i took shelter from the rain under the trees thinking there may be some fungi amongst these old logs. no such luck so i decided to head back home then saw a walk sign along the mochdre brook. .