It doesn’t seem to matter where I go in our little valley; moss is at home here.
Not just one kind of moss, but a delightful plethora of shapes, colours and textures.
The nature of the terrain and the fact that alpacas don’t treat moss as a delicacy probably help.
So does our leaving fallen branches and trees where they are unless they are blocking the way.
Therefore, this little corner of South West Wales has been regenerating over time.
And what happens when we get out of our own way is lovely to see.
I wonder what’s at home where you are?