Six hours of driving, A falcon perches on a branch, king over all it surveys. A valley of mist, figures looming out of the gloom. The pylons stride across the land. A rainbow shines briefly amidst the sun and the rain. The road unwinds in front of me, mile after mile of grey. Ducks float on a pond, dancing in the raindrops. The sheep turn their backs on the traffic, content where they are. At last the bridge into Wales, red dragon rising to greet me. Home to a different place.