After a night of this ...
I woke up to this and was grateful I live on this side of the village.
And today, the lesson has not been learned
I know who lights the fires, and it sure isn't teenagers. Many moons ago, when Nikki was an old lady, I found myself trapped as a farmer (Who I saw) had lit fires on Moel Tryfan and blocked off my path home. I had to double back and take the pack, with the old girl it was a very long way round to get home.
