By now they had emerged from the forest. They were moving alongside a babbling little brook, looking down over the sweeping vista of the beautiful Brecon valley. Sweeping green and ochre fields, the remnants of old mines, a large reservoir glistening and twinkling in the distance. The locals called this God's Own Country ... and as Harry and Hermione walked through and basked it its magnificence, they were hard-pressed to disagree.