Mr Penry managed to get lost in the mountains two days ago - how he does it I do not know, I never manage to walk that far from human habitation. But give that man a pair of boots and a stick and he's off....
And this time he went off just a tad too far. Although you might not think it, whole chunks of the Rhondda are just wild mountainside, and you can find yourself a long way from the beaten track in no time. And given that he had deliberately wandered off the beaten track, through woods etc., I was starting to worry.
Did he have a torch? No - it was early afternoon when he set off.
Did he have a compass? He looked at me blankly when I suggested one. Wayfarers like Mr P navigate by.......well, what exactly?
You might be surprised. Now what can you navigate by, I wonder? The moon? The stars?
In Mr P's case it was poo. Yes, the great man had worked out that once he encountered horse poo he was nearing civilisation.... and the first pile of dog poo meant that home was nigh (on account of dog walkers only venture so far, horses a little bit further and after that it's a poo free zone.)
So, with magnificent views of the fast setting sun, he clambered down the last paths and eventually made his way home.
Me? I've gone grey (again.) 
