I like the title of this post as a possible title for a book I will never write. I’ve developed quite a fondness for small hills and this one on my doorstep is real favourite. Located just on the fringes of the Black Mountains, themselves relatively quiet, this hill I guess sees few visitors. I’ve been up many times and rarely seen anyone on its summit or lower slopes.
I’ve posted walks up here a couple of times before (read a post here with more words), so here a few pictures from a winter day when we all grabbed a short walk between the rains that swamped the UK back in January
I dropped the family off where the paths starts and took the car to the other end. The road back is nice and quiet and I enjoyed the walk, it was streaming with rain water!
As we climbed up the steep slopes the clouds looked mean, moody and magnificent with the dark blue winter sky between
A breezy lunch stop overlooking Ysgyryd Fawr
The ridge is broad and easy angled and perfect for a family stroll. Even TJF seemed to be enjoying the day. As with all small hills it gives an unrivalled views of the higher peaks
I’ve been watching this poor, gnarled old tree slowly wither and die over the past 11 years I’ve been walking up here. It’s well and truly dead now.
Wonderful winter day and as always we saw no-one, a hill well worth seeking out.