Sheep.

I've lived in Cardiff for nearly four years and I'd wondered where all the sheep were?

Seriously, you might get the odd one or two in a passing field, but for all the cocky jokes you hear about Wales and sheep I was expecting there to be a pest problem.

Well I found them. They're all congregating up in Aberystwyth (yeah, I've spelled that right).

I'm no stranger to mountains and fields and sheep, but there were gangs of sheep as far as the eye could see. Clinging to steep rocky hillsides, wandering across big green fields.

Sheep country. (Also, it was a pretty gorgeous drive there from Cardiff, up over the Brecon Beacons. Thank you sunshine!)