“You alright there mate, you look a bit lost?” asked the farmer, in glorious welsh tones. I had parked for all of 15 seconds to consult my GPS, and he seemed suitably interested in why someone would stop here that wasn't a local, this being a very narrow lane, with just farms along it.

“Heading for the mast at Moel-Y-Sant”, I explained. On mention of this, he perked up. Without even needing to ask, a helpful list of directions came my way, along with permission to drive up his farm track.

“You'll be alright up the track in that I should think, but do watch the ruts”. He wasn't joking either. I thanked him, and made my way down the last mile or so of road, and then made the right turn up the track, which was rutted and pitted all the way, and up to the mast.

On coming out of the trees at the top of the hill, there sat the mast, in the middle of a very, very muddy field! Aquiva, in their wisdom, call this site something different, but it matched the co ordinates on my GPS, so it had to be it. The mast has the usual collection of mobile phone gear, and was probably a wooden pole originally, but I couldn't find any evidence of it. 2 stacks of four panels transmit, 2 logs receive. Transmits NW and SW.