After days and days of rain when it seemed that we might need an ark, I finally ventured up onto Pen Trumau today to introduce the Woollenline to two more hardy explorers.
It was a beautiful day although, true to form, Pen Trumau had its own weather system where the clouds came down and allowed only tiny glimpses of the mountain. Despite the exertion of the walk my companions were pleased to have made the effort both to have the experience for themselves and to witness the efforts of all those who have come before to bring wool and plants in an effort to heal this huge scar.
The good news is that the grass seedlings from seed sown on midsummer day are still there albeit looking tousled by the rain and wind. The rain however has washed through erosion channels deepening them in a way that inspires the need for further action, although exactly what needs thinking about.
