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Brecon Beacons Farewell   6 comments

The last weekend at home before TJS went back to University and chance for a last walk together for a while. He’d been keen to try the Snowdon Horseshoe but when I told him the time we’d have to get up, his keen-ness diminished. Given the choice he opted for a Brecon Beacons classic.


The route up from the car park above the Talybont Reservoir, along the edges above the Caerfanell valley, round to Fan y Big and Cribyn and back down the Roman Road.


A route we’ve done many times and the long walk perched along the edges above deep valleys is perfect for a blustery late summer day


We got caught up amongst a large group other walkers who set off while we were halfway through their party who then proceeded to walk along without stepping aside and letting us past. Is it just me that thinks that’s a breach of hiker etiquette.


Still, can’t let it spoil a great day.


Turning westwards the views change to vistas across most of mid-Wales as far as Pumlumon and Cadair Idris.


And of course the summit of South Wales, Pen y Fan.


We stopped for lunch in sheltered spot on the slopes of Fan y Big before the steep climb and perfect edge along to the summit of Cribyn, one of the Beacons finest peaks.


Returning to the col, its the long walk along the old road past the Neuadd Reservoirs although the larger one has been dry for many years now, such that it’s pretty much back to how it must have looked before its creation.


As we passed the lower lake, the path was closed and lots of building and engineering work in evidence. Perhaps there is something wrong with the dams and they are repairing them. Remains to be seen whether that’s true and whether it’s better to see the valley in its natural state or with the dams and reservoirs restored. Having spent many of younger years exploring the Elan valley, I have a fondness for these dams and the landscape they create. There is something elegant about these Victorian constructions.


Back along the Taff trail and along the road to finish the day. Next weekend the prodigal son returned to University and his own life as we faced the dwindling summer and a long winter that seems exceptionally long after two back to back weekends of dreary grey skies and rain.


Wild Camping in the White Hills of the Black Mountains   15 comments

It hasn’t been much of summer so far has it? Seemingly endless days of rain and sunshine a distant memory. Fleeting appearances between showers. Time to call on the isolated good memories from weeks gone by, this one from the Bank Holiday weekend at the end of May. Another weekend that started of grey and wet but a promise of clearing skies on the Sunday prompted us to head our for a quick overnight wild camp. Parking up at the Dan yr Ogof show caves we headed into the limestone hills to the south of the main Black Mountain range.


It was still raining when we left home but once we set out on foot the skies had cleared to a breezy and sunny late afternoon. Its a quiet part of south Wales at the best of times but this late in the day we had path to ourselves.


It’s a fine green path across the white stone slopes, easy going is always a bonus when carrying an overnight pack.


Fine, expansive views across this wild and austere corner of the mountains.


TBF striding out and enjoying the scenery if not the heavy pack.


There a numerous sink holes in the area and several are filled with water. One gave us a somewhat harrowing experience of rescue. I paused to wait for TBF to catch up and noticed a sheep near one of these pools. Something about it looked forlorn so I went to have a look and found that it was stuck in the pool, unable to get out. The banks were boggy and the poor thing was shivering and completely out of energy. Between us, me and TBF managed to drag it out of the pool until it sat on the banks. There was little more we could do but leave it alone and hope that it had sufficient reserves of core body heat and energy to recover and survive. Sheep are pretty hardy so we hoped that it would survive. I hope that we at least gave it a fighting chance as it would surely have died in the pool had we not seen it.


We were headed back to a spot wed camped in a few years back. The Afon Gledd flows into a limestone valley and then disappears. Our spot was just upstream in a fine grassy shelf by the stream.


We set about making camp in a spell of rather glorious blue sky and sunshine.


Tea was drunk and evening meal cooked and consumed. No finer way to spend an evening back in the real world – TV and Netflix would be nice though! 🙂


We had some wonderful late evening sunset views after a short walk to a nearby outcrop to help with digesting the meal.


It was pretty chilly but we managed to sit outside until darkness crept in before retiring for the night.


Showers were more frequent in the morning so it was breakfast cooked inside.


As the morning developed so did the sunshine as we packed up for a walk back to the car via the maze of small limestone outcrops that litter the area to the south.


There are no paths marked and I had thought it might be hard going. In fact there were numerous sheep tracks and flat rock outcrops and apart from one short stretch of tussocks the going was easy.


In fact the walking was superb, the bright grey rock contrasting with the green grass and the moody clouds and blue sky.


It would make fine wild camping country if there was some running water. There are a few small tarns but you’d likely need to filter the water carefully as there are no outflows.


Our target was the unusual hill of Cribarth. Unusual in that its been very heavily quarried, carving some weird outcrops and shapes.


It was really cold and chilly up here and the only time since we packed up that it rained, albeit just for a few minutes.


We dropped down to the fields and found a sheltered spot for a picnic lunch and a brew.


The sun came out to glorious effect while we sat and created some stunning views to the Forest Fawr range and along the Tawe valley.


A short walk back down to the river and back to the car to complete a superb little outing in this remarkable and unusual corner of the Brecon Beacons.


Evening Walk – Bryn Arw   16 comments

I was hoping to get out and do more after-work walks this year. A promising start back in early May but since then the weather has been pretty poor and the few days when there has been sunshine hasn’t fallen right.


Still this one was a good one and my default walk of a circuit of the small and perfectly formed Bryn Arw.


Its close to my journey home, easy to park and normally deserted, especially late on a weekday evening.


A beautiful clear and warm evening, superb views over Ysgyryd Fawr and the surrounding pastoral landscape.


And across to the Black Mountains and Brecon Beacons.


A stop on the top for a cuppa and snack is an essential part of the experience.


Timing things perfectly for that clarity of light you get as the sun sinks lower.


I love this view on a day like this, beguiling contrast of colour.


And a field of bluebells to wish me on my way back to the car and home, the trials of a day at the office banished to the back of my mind.


Llangors Circuit   16 comments

Always on the look out for a new route in my local hills, the TGO magazine obliged with a circuit of Mynydd Llangorse and Allt yr Esgair around Llangors Lake. I’ve done both hills many times but never as combined circuit. In fact I’ve never been to Llangors Lake itself a very popular spot for fishing, boating and walking.


From the Lake its a walk along a quiet local lane to reach the pass between Mynydd Llangorse and Mynydd Troed.


As you climb the views begin open out over the lake (largest in South Wales) towards the Brecon Beacons.


Mynydd Troed dominates the view in the other direction.


The climb to the vast summit of Mynydd Llangorse is via the steep ridge of Cockit Hill.


Beautiful contrast between the green fields and the bracken and heather slopes on Mynydd Troed.


You can see here the effects of the fire that burnt across the slopes of Mynydd Troed last year. It looks like the damage was severe and may take a few years to recover fully.


The bucolic Cwm Sorgwm with the Black Mountains behind.


It was pleasantly warm on the summit so we stopped on the grassy path for lunch. We had these lovely wild ponies and their foals for company.


After dropping down ready for our second peak of the day we noticed that despite the warm weather there were still storms about. This quite nasty looking one passed us by – in fact they all did and we never needed to suit up for rain.


It’s a very long and steady climb to the summit of Ally yr Esgair but as a narrow – relatively – ridge the views around are excellent. Looking back to Mynydd Llangorse and Mynydd Troed.


Over to the Brecon Beacons.


And Llangors Lake


By the time we reached the shores of the lake the sun was out in abundance and it was a glorious afternoon.


You can’t walk next to the shore of the lake as it’s marshy but the green pastures gave a superb finish to our days walk with some wonderful late afternoon sunshine.


Looking back to Allt yr Esgair.


Mynydd Troed.


Brecon Beacons.


The views across the lake from the boating piers were equally fine and finished off a really fine walk, a respectable 11 miles.


“They’re Friends from Work”   12 comments

The fact that I like to hike in the hills seems a source of constant humour for my work colleagues with me the butt of the jokes. I was surprised to find that secretly some of them actually hankered for a hike in the hills so I said I’d lead them out on one my favourite south Wales hikes in the Brecon Beacons.

A little gang of four assembled at the cafe in Talybont on Usk for a fry up before heading for the mountains. (The title of the blog is in reference to one of my favourite lines from the Marvel movies – very topical at this time)


A round of the Neuadd Reservoirs taking in the highest summits of the Beacons range. We were all rather caught out by just how cold it was.


Here is the first of our little band posing for a photo. She decided to tone down the colours for this hike!


Its a short and very steep climb up on to the edges that had is puffing hard. Luckily the sweat was soon removed by the ferocious and icy wind that was blasting at us across the valley.


The photos don’t really do justice to just how cold and windy it was, enough to blow one our team clean off her feet a few times.


Whilst the sun disappeared for the rest of the day, the cloud base was high and it stayed dry, which is a much as you can ask for on day planned a long way in advance.


I had inform my new comrades that a key objective of any hike is make regular and lengthy stops to brew up and eat lots of food. They seemed quite keen on the idea despite the chilly wind, especially when I produced home-made cake that TBF had lovingly prepared.


We reached the top of Pen y Fan – together with a few dozen other people and posed for a team photo for me on south Wales highest peak.


Despite blisters and foot problems (this is quite a tough walk by south Wales standards) they agreed to continue the summit bagging and we took in Cribyn as well.


And another couple of happy looking group shots.


Including one with yours truly in it, demonstrating an odd pose and leg angle that says very clearly why I try and avoid being photographed in the first place.


After another brew and scoff stop I convinced them that we could bag one more summit. The fact that my work colleagues share a distinctly smutty sense of humour and that the summit was called Fan y Big had nothing to do with it.

One last summit photo on the rock outcrop on the summit. They look happy that I’ve dragged them out on a bitterly cold day to wander about in the hills when they could have been home watching TV and doing domestic chores.


And then it was time to head down across grassy slopes and bog and return to the real world.


I normally walk either on my own or with the family down here so walks can be a little repetitive. I really enjoyed this day immensely for a variety of reasons. It was great to share my passion for both hiking (or should I say mountaineering) and for the Brecon Beacons with new companions. It was equally good to see them really enjoying the day as much as I was (well they said they did anyway) and I have to admit I enjoyed showing off a bit. They have all been out in the mountains before but never as regular thing and seemed to relish the challenge and chance to enjoy the outdoors. This is what keeps me sane through the drudgery of modern life and I really hope they went home with the same feeling of spirits lifted. We certainly laughed a lot on this hike as we always do at work. We are close knit bunch and my working life would likely be intolerable if they weren’t around to make me smile and keep me grounded.

I really hope we can do this more often and hopefully persuade some of my other work friends to join us. Who can’t love a hike!


Old Places – Sugar Loaf   11 comments


It’s good having the prodigal son arrive back home from University and see him ambling about the house again. He was keen to head out for a walk on his old local hills. The forecast was ok but things looked deeply gloomy when we parked up but perked up no end as we climbed one of our go to favourites for a short day, the Sugar Loaf.


We’d mistaken a bank of mist hanging on the lower slopes for the overall cloud base. we soon climbed through it to reveal atmospheric ethereal wisps of cloud at the halfway point as it were.


It was cold and not much in the way of sunshine but good to be out after a dreadful wet day before.


We had in mind a much longer walk than usual taking in a couple of the long ridges that fan out to the south having never walked them. 


Views over to Ysgyryd Fawr, another go to favourite but lower down the list since they started making you pay to park at the bottom. 😦


There is a very short rocky ridge on the top which I always enjoy and makes  for a great photo foreground.


The summit was surprisingly quiet but we didn’t linger as the skies started to threaten rain.


This led us to abandon our plan, instead finding a new and very pleasant route that traversed through fields and woods from one ridge to another. We rather liked the gnarly trees.


A simple walk of around 5.5 miles but nice to find a subtley different variation on a grand mini mountain.


It was also great to be out walking with TJS again, familiar territory, familiar company.

Winter is Coming   17 comments

Just before the autumn deluge began, washing away all memories of the glorious first half of the summer me and TBF headed out for a walk in the Brecon Beacons. A walk tinged with sadness as the first one where we’d normally expect TJS to be with us.

We set off from Llanfrynach and I was glad I’d put the shorts away and felt the need for the gloves for the first stretch (hence the title of the post). In the end as the weather was so pleasant it turned into quite a long walk of around 13 miles.


The first section is along by the babbling stream and small leat that I assume provides the village with its water supply. It’s a very nice section that I always enjoy.


As you reach the open fields above, views open out to the main summits of the Beacons



The sheep and trees made a nice foreground


We decided to include Cribyn on the itinerary which involved some road walking and long trudge along an overgrown green lane to reach its open slopes



From there is a long steady climb to the base of the very steep north ridge



A view down from the summit of Cribyn while I waited for TBF to catch up


Cribyn is a superb mountain with a sharp summit and expansive views all round




The long edge heading east from the top is equally good and we’d hoped to find a sheltered spot for lunch. The wind had other ideas and seemed to find us out wherever we hunkered down



We ploughed on to the almost as good summit of Fan y Big, still no shelter until we eventually found a small grassy terrace where we could take a break having walked pretty much non stop for 3 hours



The edges from here are just a joy to walk, almost level walking with views to the distant hills of mid-Wales and Shropshire




We descended what seemed to become an endless ridge back towards our start point. Having not been on that many long walks for a while we feeling weary by this point



Before the steep drop down to the village this dead tree caught my eye


We were tired an fulfilled after a long stretch, longest walk I’ve done for quite a while


TJS would have enjoyed this walk I’m sure but he has his own range of mountains in the Lake District to explore now

Posted October 16, 2018 by surfnslide in Brecon Beacons, Wales, Walking

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