Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Lord Hereford's Knob and Nant Bwch


From Capel-y-ffin we headed up through fields and trees onto the hillside. Clear blue skies - a lovely day for it indeed. A pair of buzzards wheeled. It was so quiet you couldn't hear yourself think.

We looked back south down the scooped valley from the bield on the tip of the tongue of Darren Lwyd that impressively fills the end of the valley. Still. To the west Pen y Gadair fawr and Waun Fach were stippled with snow. The lower summit looked higher than its neighbour.

We ran for a bit, wandered around for a bit and then pointed at stuff for a bit. Jamie explained some stuff about geology whilst I tried to remember names like Fluvial and Triassic.

Scoops of snow between the tussocks. Impressively quiet.

Jamie found a sleeping bag which seemed ok despite being waterlogged and set about carrying it back for his daughter.

Back down the Nant Bwch with its lovely waterfalls and many secluded little wild camp spots.

We were back home by 4.30 having had a cracking day away.

The Black Mountains seem to be to the Brecon Beacons what the Howgills are to the more popular of the lakeland fells. Less obviously dramatic perhaps, but more subtle fun when it comes to bogtrotting.

2 comments:

  1. Looks like your mojo found you! Good news.

    Paul

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  2. I'll echo that Paul - still not really running much, but i'm sure things will pick up in due course *crosses fingers*

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