While the growing season in Beulah has yet to get into its stride, the over-wintered purple-sprouting broccoli has begun to shoot.

I have not always lived in the rural environment and mid Wales continues to teach me lessons that cannot really be learned in the comfort and security of the town. One such is the meaning of ‘The Hungry Gap’ and why the early spring is often referred to, in poetry, story and country lore, as an especially cruel time.
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