E spent much of that glorious end-of-May Bank Holiday weekend playing with the cuckoos. Wherever we seemed to go on our forays up various mountains in Snowdonia (or Eryri as the Welsh would now maddeningly have us call it), the sound of a cuckoo would drift up from some distant woodland. ‘’ we’d all call back, as
Call to me, and I will answer
Jul 05, 2023
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