Rarely do we get a decent fall of snow in Swansea being so close to the sea but the grapevine had told me that there was still snow on the Brecon Beacons, so with a merry "hang the expense" I set off in the search for a snowy shot for you Dear Reader. As if you had not seen enough in the newspapers and on your television screens. Oh the things I do for you! Anyway I struggled to get past the distillery at Penderyn (there was a strange magnetic force) and reached the moorland beyond. To my left there was a hillside of hedge-bounded fields and skeletal trees creating attractive patterns and I knew where there was a small lay-by just a head. Sadly it was also well known to others and I chose to sail past the interruption of photographers aiming their long lenses at what should have been my shot ...