More people. That was the only change. She listened and watched and welcomed as usual. Gazed at the turning of each wonderful day, felt the gradual pull and dive of each season beneath the blue dome of night skies.
She didn't know that she was being talked about, that she, who they called Mynydd Graig Goch, was big news. The stream plunged over rocks and became gurgling waterfall, the lark rose to pour metal song down from the sky. She listened to the endless symphonies of gathering breeze, to the low pitched rage of heat somewhere deep beneath her. Arching her back in the last caresses of September sun, she felt the topmost rocks inch closer to the cheek of the sky.
A Welsh hill has now been upgraded to mountain status after it was discovered that it's official measurement was incorrect. It's true height [609.75m] is now six inches over the magic 2000ft that qualifies it as a mountain. Go and climb it!