Tracey and Gwyn had noticed brambles and stinging nettles growing right by your side over part of a parkrun course (Nant y Pandy). We didn't want the runners to have an injury when tomorrow comes so we did the walk along the course. We felt seventeen again and I wondered "who's that girl hidden in the foliage?"; there must be an angel. It was Tracey, cutting away the overgrowth. It made a big difference and we were happy. Sweet dreams are made of this.