Back to the endless grey skies of the UK winter and a chance for an overnight in the van.
Back out to the wilds of mid-Wales and the hills around the Nant-y-Moch reservoir.
We parked up in decent spot with a view across the lake, had a spot of lunch and then headed out for awander.
Last time we walked around here we were in the cloud the entire time so it was nice to see it it in all its austere glory.
Our objective (well, primarily mine actually) was this small hill, Disgwylfa Fawr, a Marilyn missing from my collection.
Once we left the main track I’d feared we were in for a serious bout of tussock and bog bashing, in fact we found a decent sheep track on to the flanks of the hills and very little sogginess.
Views over the collection of small lakes towards the coast from the top.
We took a more off piste route back to the van. Something of a gamble in these parts especially with fading light.
With some judicious use of small ridges we avoided most of the tussocks and again it seemed mostly dry.
Looking back to Disgwylfa Fawr.
Nant y Moch reservoir.
And the final stretch down to the van parked up below.
A nice little stroll over some little walked terrain but I quite like it round these parts.
We settled in for a pleasant evening, a nice meal and a couple of beers for me.
Next morning was glorious when we awoke with a light frost.
Beautiful early morning pink skies and a mirror calm lake with reflections.
Its a lovely spot by the reservoir and we were enjoying our good fortune for such a splendid morning.
Until within a few minutes of these images it started raining and stayed wet for a good part of the rest of the day.
Still keen for a bit of walk we drove over to a car park at The Arch near Devils Bridge.
It was actually a pretty miserable and dreary trudge, out and back on a seemingly endless forest track. Just the occasional view over the steep valleys below the forest.
These wind turbines loomed out of the mist with their eerie sound as they turn.
And we eventually reached our/my goal of another un-ticked Marilyn and Nuttall, Pen y Garn, in a sleet shower. Its the highest point in this part of Wales but on a day like this a grim achievement.
We headed back to the van and unsurprisingly the rain stopped and the sun came out weakly.
The Arch after which the car park is named. You used to drive through it when I was a kid. A somewhat grey and damp weekend but fun nonetheless.
A an extra bonus addition to the post for you.
From a few weeks later some photos from a local stroll up Garway Hill.
Sun setting over a hill, it has a name with not enough vowels which I can’t be bothered to type!
Not as warm as the summer visits where we watch the sunset with a beer.
I’d forgotten about these photos and the walk until Im opened the Flickr album to write the post.
After our Black Mountain walk we headed off for a night out in the van. We headed back to one of our new favourite places, Llyn Brianne.
We’d originally hoped we could have a late afternoon swim but it seemed the colder than expected weather would put a stop to that.
We headed back to the lovely little spot at Fannog and were suprised to find it calm and relatively warm.
Time for that swim.
I’ll leave you guess which one of us is skinny dipping!
With it being a Saturday many of the off grid spots we’d earmarked on previous visits were already taken. However, after a bit of a drive we found one I hadn’t come across before. A really lovely and lonely little spot on a mountain road up over 500m. It’s a road from nowhere in particular to the back of beyond so there was barely a car passed by while we were there.
I took a short wander up onto the nearby hill. The van is just visible in the centre of the photo.
There was a reasonable sunset but the terrain, even over the few hundred yards I walked was a reminder of just how rough these mountains can be.
A cosy night in the van and the next morning was warm with some watery sunshine.
We breakfasted outside, pleased that we’d been gifted what was probably the last warm weekend of the year.
We took a drive around and came across this lovely little picnic area overlooking the Berwyn valley.
And a short walk through the woods to the hidden Llyn Berwyn.
A tranquil spot that I’d thought might be a place for a swim but the water looked a little brown and less than inviting.
So we headed back to Fannog where we’d swum the night before.
It’s quite a popular spot in summer and we were surprised to find it deserted on such a lovely day.
We took to the water for another swim.
They were brief swims. In the intervening few weeks after our last visit the rains had added a few inches depth to the water and reduced the temperature markedly. Cold enough to make your – ahem – “bits” ache!
Suitably refreshed we settled down for lunch.
This small rocky peninsula makes a perfect picnic spot
We had thought about moving on from here and taking in a walk on our way back home.
However as the weather was so calm and pleasantly warm and the fact that this might be last time we’d be sitting outside like this for a while, we decided to stay for the rest of the afternoon.
There would be opportunities for sunny walks through the winter (hopefully!) but it could be a long wait for the next warm afternoon to relax in the sun.
We spread lunch out over 2-3 hours and just enjoyed the peace of this stunning corner of Wales.
Neither of us could quite bring ourselves to take another swim though!
Eventually we had to pack up and head home.
Next time we visit will likely be winter and a swim before retreating to the van may not be quite so attractive an option. Not a bad way to bid farewell to warmer activities as winter descends.
The warm weather that started the previous Sunday continued through the week into a full on heatwave.
Time to try and rekindle that Italy vibe with short trip out for some van camping and swimming.
On our way to wilds of mid Wales we stopped off at the Irfon Wash Pool swimming hole. Last time we were here was a cold and showery February day when swimming wasn’t a terribly attractive idea. This time with temperatures up in the high 20’s we enjoyed a fine hour with TBF swimming in the wide & deep main pool while I swam in the gorge upstream and had a little play in the waterfalls.
Suitably refreshed, we headed over to Llyn Brianne for the evening. We found a fabulous little van spot, a short gravel track with room just for one van.
Our private little corner with great views over the reservoir.
After an fine al fresco meal we headed down to the water for a late evening swim.
The sunset wasn’t too bad either.
With such warm weather even at 8pm it was perfect for a dip.
Just me in the water this time, TBF deciding it was a little late.
Perfect reflections in the water. Unfortunately the glass smooth surface indicates it was completely calm and as the sun went down, out came the midges, swarming as I hurriedly got changed. Put something of a dampener on the evening as we had to hide in the van behind my newly installed insect netting over the doors which I have to say worked pretty well.
Next morning was stunning, gorgeous blue skies and still warm, thankfully with a light breeze to keep the midges away.
We went back to the lake shore for a pre-breakfast swim.
TBF taking to the water this time.
Fond memories of our early morning swims at Lake Garda.
Back to the van for breakfast.
Our days entertainment was more water based fun in the Irfon Valley. Far too hot to go hiking.
Its a superb valley especially on a hot and sunny late summer afternoon.
Parking is limited so rather than occupy the limited spaces we stopped at the far end of the valley and walked the 15 minutes to the main attraction.
There are a series of spectacular deep pools, perfect for swimming and jumping. The most impressive feature is the slot canyon you can see at the back of this pool. The river flows through a small gorge only a couple of feet across and its a real adventure to swim through it to the waterfall at the other end. If you look at my post from a visit in 2015 you can see some photos taken within the canyon and if you watch the little musical slideshow at the end there is some video.
We settled down for the day with a large picnic lunch and a cold beer.
It was pretty quiet when we arrived but as the morning ticked on, more and more people showed up.
There seemed to be numerous groups of young people who all seemed to know each other. I was worried they might be the noisy, loutish types but they were in fact, friendly, good natured and good fun to watch them messing about. A trio of lads were the life and soul and spent the afternoon amusing everyone by chucking themselves in boggy pools and mud trying to get as mucky as possible. One of them even tried to ride a bike in the deepest pool (he failed!). It was all very funny and a happy respectful party type of atmosphere.
I took a walk upstream to look at the upper reaches of the gorge. Whilst not as narrow as the slot canyon, it is still impressive.
Lots more deep pools for swimming and small waterfalls.
It would be a great place for canyoning although I’ve not done that for many years.
The gorge suddenly emerges onto the more lazy stretch above.
Back to base for more eating, drinking, and swimming.
And for me to behave like a big kid sitting in nature’s jacuzzi.
Time to head back home after a superb 24 hours out in the mountains as summer bid us farewell.
Another Friday, another sunny evening, another trip to my new favourite off grid spot out in mid-Wales
So nice to be able to take a trip out at short notice and take advantage of good weather.
Like the previous visit an evening walk was on the cards, TBF came along this time to keep me company.
Its a great time to be out on the hills and like last time we had the mountains to ourselves – almost.
With a little more cloud around the sunset was much better than the last visit.
Back to the van for beers (or tea) and snacks.
All washed down with a glorious sunset.
Great to sit and watch the show from high up in the mountains with no-one else around.
Time for bed.
Next day the weather was forecasting storms later on but the morning was still warm and sunny.
Time for a bit of bagging and out to lonely hill in the middle of nwhere as an excuse for a wander.
Hazier than the previous weekend.
On our way back to the van for lunch. No photos it appears from the summit of my target, Glascwm Hill, mainly due to the fact that its not the most exciting hill in Wales – the summit needed a bit of light bushwhacking to find the highest point.
It was still very warm so we took the chance of quick swim before the promised rains arrived.
A new spot for us, Penn-Ddol Rocks on the Wye near Builth Wells.
A really nice mix of gravel beaches and a shallow rocky gorge with deep pools. Nice finish to another cracking short evening/day trip.
Back to the end of the Bank Holiday week in May. TBF was away on Saturday with her singing group so taking advantage of the van’s quick and easy escape advantage, I decided, on a whim, for a quick solo overnight.
Camping off-grid seems to be seriously frowned upon these days. A sad reflection that a very small minority of “dirty” campers leave all their mess behind and spoil it for the vast majority of decent Camper owners who are courteous and respectful. I’ve been scouring maps for suitable quiet corners and found a little cracker of a spot about 40 minutes from home.
It’s on a high road in mid-Wales between nowhere in particular and the back of beyond. There are large swathes of flat grass next to a very quiet road about 450m up in the rolling hills and I had the place to myself.
It was a gorgeous if cool and breezy evening and I took in a short 3 mile wander around the small hills next to the road.
The Black Mountains
Distant Brecon Beacons.
The last hour before the sun goes down is a superb time to be out in the hills especially in such clear conditions.
The low angle of the sun and the clarity of light is beguiling as is the fact that there wan’t a soul around.
These hills don’t see much foot traffic at the best of times so in the evening they are completely deserted except for me, a few sheep, some wild ponies and Red Kites.
Back to the van to watch the sunset and have a late evening beer.
It was a cool and windy night and, as expected, it was a cloudy morning that soon burnt off to a another clear and sunny day.
I took off in the opposite direction to my walk the previous night.
The classic Brecon Beacons skyline.
The Black Mountains.
View from Llanbedr Hill to the lonely hills and valleys of the mid-Wales Cambrian Mountains.
The small lake and Nature Reserve of Llan Bwch-Llyn.
And one of the many small pools that dot this area of Wales, Henllyn. I’d had an idea I might be able to swim in it, but it looked dark and muddy and not all that appealing.
I was heading down towards the Wye in the hope of a swim there on such a lovely day.
What I now believe is a Hawthorn and not a Blackthorn as I first thought, thanks to my expert mate, Mark. They are extravagantly flowering down here in May and very striking. You can see the hills almost white in colour in some places. I find it strange that I’ve only come to notice them in the past few years.
The pretty little church at Llandeilo Graban.
I reached the Wye at Erwood and looked for a suitable swim spot. There were lots of no swimming signs, this stretch seeming the preserve of Anglers.
Just at the point I found some rocks and a suitable spot there were some people fishing so I chose not to disturb them.
Time to look for a lunch stop. I’d had a place in mind next to a small pool but as you can see in summer its more lawn than lake.
This is what it looks like in winter!
Next best option was Aberedw rocks
They are very fetching on a sunny day and as with the whole area, largely devoid of walkers.
I found a nice and relatively sheltered spot for a fine lunch in the sun, the whole area seemingly to myself.
Magnificent views across the Wye valley
The rest of the walk was a bit of a route march. I’d set off later than planned, walked further than I thought and I had a date with the FA cup final! I even ran a few of the gentle downhill bits – very not-me!
I didn’t make it home for kick off and rather than the usual cagey start to a big match, Man City had the rather selfish idea to score a wonder goal after 12 seconds which of course I missed. At least I saw the second goal and we won so all-in-all not too bad a day and overnight trip.
And finally the first truly warm, clear blue, sunny day of the year!
It was overcast when we set off from home but the forecast said it would clear and be better the further west you went so we headed to the Elan Valley.
First stop a really nice picnic area for breakfast.
The van makes this sort of thing so much easier with all the cooking stuff already in there.
It was a truly stunning day even better than the weather forecast.
We parked up at the base of the Rhiwnant valley with a plan to head up into the wild and lonely hills to the south of the reservoirs.
The Rhiwnant Valley is a stunner.
More on that later. Firstly there was bagging to be done.
This is the mighty Gorllwyn the most southerly Nuttall I haven’t done so it needed a tick. Its pretty soggy up here so a dry sunny day is the best time to do these hills.
Looking across to Drygarn Fawr to give a feel for what an empty wilderness it is up here.
TBF jumped at my suggestion to NOT trudge all the way out to a lonely hill and to sit in the sun and wait for me.
It was quite a walk to get out to the top and back and in places a very, very wet one. The hills still drying out after a wet winter and spring.
The summit achieved.
Summit selfie to celebrate.
After collecting TBF and having a well deserved lunch we headed off across the boggy moorland for Drygarn Fawr.
Its a fine summit with two massive beehive cairns. One of my favourite places.
We didn’t walk out to the highest point and the second of the cairns. We had another idea in mind.
Walking around here can be hard work and it takes a fair bit of concentration to thread together grassy sections and sheep trods, avoiding the tussocks. You really don’t want to end up in a tussock expanse around here.
Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountain on the horizon.
We found a pretty good route back down to the Rhiwnant Valley with only a few minor disagreements with the tussocks.
Our goal is ahead.
A fine waterfall as we reached the valley.
The path by the bubbling stream under a cloudless sky was a wonderful delight.
TBF making short work (well she is only 5 foot) of a stream crossing
This was our objective for second lunch.
A wonderful deep pool and waterfall. After a long walk in the sunshine what better way to finish off than…
A swim!
Its a deep pool and very cold, and as you can see from the colour of our legs in the water, very peaty!
A wonderful spot. and so far off the beaten track that its rare to see anyone here.
Another food break and a chance to relax in these superb surroundings.
Perfect!
Unlike previous visits, we walked along the north side of the river. This is much better as it follows closer to the river. There seemed to be several other swimming possibilities in small pools and ravines.
Riverside walking in a valley you have to yourself is a pretty fine way to spend a sunny Saturday.
Onto the home stretch.
And a last lingering look along the valley. What a fantastic day. And a Hill List tick into the bargain!
Slowly getting further and further behind with blog (probably just as well its been a pretty dismal winter and spring so far or I’d be miles behind!)
Back to March for our second little adventure in the van. We were heading to Llyn Brianne having never been before and there looked like some decent spots for an off grid overnight.
We stopped off en-route at the Irfon Pool, a spot I’ve wanted to visit for a while as its in my wild swimming guide book.
And a fabulous little spot it is. A narrow gorge with deep pools and a much broader pool just at the gorge exit.
Even for a short stop, the van really comes into its own, allowing us to make a cuppa with lunch and retreat inside in comfort when the odd shower came over.
We spent a happy hour here exploring the river bank and enjoying some spells of bright sunshine.
Being out in the middle of nowhere and still in the closing days of winter we had the place to ourself.
Chilly weather, ice cold water and a river in spate meant swimming was not yet on the cards.
We had a drive around the narrow roads and valleys that surround Llyn Brianne, spying out numerous possible overnight spots before eventually pitching up at the car park near the dam. The weather had been a bit grim while driving but as we parked it looked a little brighter so we took a short walk.
Unlike the Elan Valley reservoirs, the dam here is earth with a broad and rather dramatic overflow channel. We walked over the bridge at the base, mesmerised by watching the “waves” flow down.
We scrambled up the edge of the dam and walked back across to the bridge at the top for a different perspective.
Looking back to the reservoir.
I’ve found videos of people kayaking down this although the water is very shallow. They were old videos so I’m guessing they discourage you from attempting it. One of those occasions when the signs warning how dangerous it is are correct. I’ve even seen videos of people cycling down it when its dry. Madness!
There was a small hill below the dam so we managed to find a way through the woods and bracken to the top. Great views back to the dam and reservoir.
And further south to the hill of Dinas which we’d visit later in the weekend.
On the way through we’d spotted what looked like a perfect overnight spot ona spur above the reservoir. I was worried someone might have bagged it but we managed to secure it for ourselves, likely as the weather was so grey and dreary.
There was another spot down by the shore that was also in my swimming book so we took a wander down the lane for a look.
It was a lovely little spot for a picnic and water based fun in summer. However on a wet and drizzly day we decided we’d park that idea and headed back to the van for the evening.
Another cosy and peaceful night, snug and warm, a nice chicken stew and a beer or two. The van is really delivering for us in terms of impromptu little breaks to break up the long winter.
Next morning was still damp and grey but we were happy in our quiet isolated spot
After breakfast we took a stroll around the forest tracks and down to lake shore.
The weather improved a little and we had some grand views along this little known yet pretty large and imposing body of water.
We found another little beach that would make a great spot for a swim.
We also tried to follow what looked like a path to the top of the crags overlooking our camp spot. It quickly disappeared into a tangle of trees and brambles so we gave up that idea.
A much better use of our time to have lunch.
With a cracking view from our “pitch” overlooking the lake.
After lunch we drove to the Nature Reserve that surrounds Dinas Hill.
There looked like a nice path that followed the river and so it proved
The river Tywi is a pretty dramatic sight, flowing through a steep sided valley and tumbling over boulders creating frothing pools and small falls.
An awkward walk in places with handrails and a great place to explore and possibly take a swim on a warmer summers day.
It was a fine walk to fill the after-lunch period and one that’s well worth the effort to seek out.
We took the little side excursion up steep steps to visit Ogof Twm Sion Cati. Its a cave used as a hideaway for some kind of local Robin Hood figure. This wasn’t really worth the effort though, just a damp and muddy hole without a roof. I’d hoped to maybe force a way to the top of the hill from here but the summit seemed to be surrounded by cliffs all the way round and I never saw anything resembling a path to the top.
It was time to play properly with our new purchase!
We really wanted to go for an off grid night and the area around the Nant-y-Moch reservoir in the mid Wales Cambrian Mountains seemed to provide lots of options.
The weather forecast was pretty poor but we didn’t really care as we were just looking to spend time cosied up in the van. When we arrived the weather was worse than forecast with a persistent drizzle and we were in the cloud with a chilly wind. No matter, we found a sheltered lay-by at the far NW end of the reservoir and had a relaxed lunch.
We did head out for a walk for a couple of hours but it was pretty grim. We were in the cloud the entire time although it was a decent stroll anyway. Things enlivened by a stream in the forest we had to wade through! This was the scene just before we settled down in the van for the evening.
Our home in the wilds of Wales for the night.
It was great! We put the heater on and cooked up some soup for evening meal.
We felt we were the only people out here (and most likely were on such a wet and dreary night) and we enjoyed a great supper.
Chores to be done.
And then time to relax and chill while the mist swirled around us.
We had a great nights sleep and the van is so much warmer and cosier than the trailer tent.
By morning, the weather had improved and we were no longer in the clouds.
After a leisurely breakfast we headed out for a walk. There are several small Marilyns out here I haven’t climbed so a good time to tick one off. We headed out along the broad track around the lake shore. You can make out the van in the middle of the photo, just below the trees.
Whilst still a grey day it was at least bright.
And Nant-y-Moch makes for a good photo subject and views when its full in the winter. Reservoirs can look a little ugly and something of scar on the landscape as they empty through a dry summer.
Our target for the day, the small and perfectly formed hill of Drosgol.
I was scouting out and looking for the easiest way to break through the tussocks (they can be a real challenge in this largely trackless and untamed part of Wales). We found a quad track that seemed to be taking us through the lower levels and in fact twisted and turned its way pretty much to the top making for an easy ascent.
Considering how poor the weather had been the previous day the views were pretty good.
And we had a view from the summit, something of a surprise after such a grey couple of days even at this modest height of 550m. The summit has a rather odd spiral cairn.
The weather seemed to be turning again, cloud lowering and drizzle in the air.
Time to head down.
A circular route wasn’t an option as the fingers of the reservoir are long and sinuous and stepping off the path involves bog and tussocks in irresistible combination.
Back to the van for another warm and cosy lunch before heading home. When we bought the van we agreed that we needed to use it regularly and through the winter to justify the expense. As we keep it well stocked and “trip ready” it only takes an hour to pack and be ready for a short overnight trip. This first outing was a resounding success and we’re looking forward to many more short trips like this as well as our usual longer camping trips through the year
The day after my little trip back up to Yorkshire and a forecast that seemed to indicate the possibility of a cloud inversion.
We headed out to the Radnor Hills in the van as a late start meant we needed somewhere with no parking problems.
We parked up in New Radnor, heading through Mutton Dingle towards Whinyard Rocks and the shapely little summit of Whimble. This little gang followed us through the first field until they realised we hadn’t come to feed them!
It was a calm and pleasant day and whilst the fog wasn’t especially dense there didn’t look much like it was going to clear or that we’d walk through and above it.
As we started the climb to Whimble we had our first patches of blue sky.
With fleeting glimpses of Whinyard Rocks.
As we reached the summit we were still in thick cloud but as we were looking around for somewhere to sit and have lunch things began to clear and the sun came out.
We found a sheltered little alcove for a break but as the clouds drifted around us we spent most of the time wandering about admiring the ever expanding views.
We weren’t quite high enough to be truly above the clouds but this was just as impressive as hillsides appeared and the disappeared, all the while under clear blue skies above and bright sunshine.
Whimble summit.
Looking out towards the Beacons and Black Mountains.
Black Mixen and its Communications Tower.
The view directly south and east gave the best impression of the sea of cloud beneath.
Summit selfie.
Wispy clouds in Harley Dingle.
TBF strolling the summit.
And posing on the summit. We must have spent well over an hour before being compelled to move on. Fabulous stuff.
We headed back down Whimble.
And cut across the fine grassy paths and fields over to Bache Hill.
And its small cairn on a mound which I’m guessing is some sort of ancient burial site.
There seemed to be quite a bit more snow at this slightly higher elevation.
This fence creating some quite deep drifts and nice photo subjects.
Always a pleasure to walk in the snow under a sunny blue sky.
Looking along the deep valley towards Whimble.
We took a wander up to the top of Black Mixen hoping for some more above the cloud views but whilst the ethereal views of the sun through the thin clouds was unusual we didn’t see much else.
We enjoyed a bit of a potter about in the snow and started the walk back down.
The walk along the valley towards Whimble was wonderful as we dipped in and out of the clouds.
As we descended the cloud became thicker and the sunshine less frequent.
Although we did get this fine sunny view up to Whimble before we started the long drop back into New Radnor.
We’d arranged to meet UF for a walk and as I’d been telling him about this cracking little range for ages he was keen to see what I was banging on about.
A slightly disrupted start to the day as he’d forgotten his boots and had to drive back home to pick them up meaning he’d be about an hour late. This gave time for a cunning plan to slip in a bonus hill, a missing Marilyn in my list.
Heath Mynd is not a character from an Emily Bronte novel but a small outlier of the Stiperstones range. We found a small parking spot on the southern flank and proceeded to dash up to the top, partly so we weren’t then late ourselves and partly because there were heavy rain showers around and I could see one approaching.
There was a fine track for the first part, possibly servicing this small plantation stuck out on its side.
Fantastic views to our mountains for later in the day.
Heath is an apt name as the summit is cloaked in dense heather. There was a path to the top but we only found it on the way down and the way up was something of an undergrowth bashing experience.
Great views across the Marches.
And the storm we raced back down to beat to the car – just!
As it was chucking it down when we met UF, we decided to have a bacon butty in the cafe before setting off. By the time we set off, the sun was out and all was glorious if a little windy. The grand view of Roundton Hill from Todleth Hill.
And in reverse.
Stiperstones from Corndon Hill
Sadly the wind was roaring so opportunities to stop and admire the views were few and far between.
Eventually we found a tiny sheltered spot on Lan Fawr as a storm passed over. Our luck was in as there was a small gap between two very dark clouds and we only had the merest sprinkling of rain.
As you can see from these photos, very lucky indeed!
There was clearly some very impressive rain around.
We returned over Todleth Hill. This sunny picture belying what was about to come.
Heath Mynd and the Long Mynd in the far distance.
Looking along the edge of the storm which I thought might miss us. Our luck ran out and it didn’t, we got a thorough soaking on the way back to the car. A change of clothes and a cracking meal in the Green Dragon at Little Stretton set us back on track. Another fine day on this immensely satisfying and very quiet and unspoilt little range of “Alps”.
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