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Descending into Pont-rhyd-y-groes I disturbed a buzzard and a crow sharing some entrails. The rain seemed to be easing off, and I started to feel a bit more hopeful of seeing the Cambrian Golden Eagle. The Cwtch café is now long closed (another victim of COVID?), but just opposite was the Tea Hut, open Mondays and Tuesdays! It's a case of serve yourself and sling some money in the honesty box. I gratefully slurped down some coffee, but left the reading material.
I winched my way back up onto the desert moors, and just as I left the tarmac behind, something swooped behind a knoll, just on the edge of my peripheral vision. It was big. Big and brown. No white flecks, definitely bigger than a Kite. The Eagle? I can't say for sure, but a part of me believes.