Mythbusting had taken us back to Derek's farm in Cwmtillery. Mythically Welsh, his wife apologised, "A farm house and I'm not offering you home-made cakes." The pair of them piled us up with photos to go with the stories Derek had recorded earlier.
Flynn, the trainee sheepdog, gave us a demo, Derek working him until he had penned four sheep. Mind you, we weren't so comfortable by then. Our shoes were soaked by the time we were back in the van.
Noting classic Valleys entrepreneurial spirit as we passed, we made ourselves comfortable in a cafe to plan the next few days. Speedily, a man came over to us. We listened carefully as he regaled us with his woes.
"I'm sorry if I was interrupting you on the phone. I'm a bit deaf.....
I'm so disappointed in the UK. There's no reason we should be in the state we are.
We're the hardest working nation.....
"I used to want Such a nice man as the epitaph on my tombstone.
Now it'll have to be, I tried my best but I failed."