A Walk in South Wales – Peaks of the Brecon Beacons

It’s hard to believe after all the recent snow and rain that little over a week ago I was enjoying this walk in wonderful Spring – almost Summer – conditions in the Brecon Beacons National Park which is a part of Wales I have barely visited. It was different to the rugged wilds of Snowdonia which I am used to but I’m glad I went and will go again as there are many more walks in the Brecons and Black Mountains that are well worth the long journey. For now though here’s a popular route to the highest point in South Wales…

From the idyllic location of my campsite at Cwmdu near Crickhowell I headed over to the equally beautiful but busier village of Talybont in glorious spring sunshine and followed the minor road along the reservoir of the same name up over the mountain to Taf Fechan Forest. From here begins the route to Pen y Fan and the other high peaks of the Brecon

The start of the walk passes below the Neuadd Reservoir

Having discovered that I could have driven another mile towards my objective – I had parked in the edge of the forest but it’s a nice walk so not to worry – I followed the left hand track to the old dam wall of the old or lower Neuadd Reservoir with beautiful views to the highest peaks of South Wales around the head of the valley, and crossed it to gain the open mountainside throgh a gate. The profusion of rhododendron bushes along here at nearly 1500ft indicated that I was further south than my usual destinations of Snowdonia or the Lake District and indeed this was my first time in the Beacons.

A wide trail led up the steep grassy slopes towards the crest of the ridge which revealed itself as the edge of a wide plateau, along which an easy trail led roughly northwards towards the summits. The first top was reached with surprising ease as the views southward towards Cardiff and the hazy distance of the Bristol Channel expanded to include the wild looking hills of Camarthen Fan to the West. From here a small dip followed by a short steep climb led to Corn Du; the first of the main summits of the Brecon Beacons.

Looking back towards the start from the first part of the ridge

Looking back towards the start from the first part of the ridge

Despite the glorious sunshine, a strong wind gusted over these high places and I had lunch in a sheltered dip just below the flat summit on the edge of the abyss overlooking Brecon and the low lying Usk Valley. It was a good spot, sheltered and unseen from above or below though most of the tourists (coming up the shorter route from the A 470 were headed
straight to the next peak Pen y Fan. That indeed was my next objective and a brief battle with the wind brought me the short distance to where they congregated around the large cairn marking bthe highest point in South Wales and southern Britain.

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Ahead along the easy ridge towards Corn Du and Pen y Fan

The views from here extend from the Bristol Channel and the Devon coast to the South while the northern vista leads far into Mid Wales though today the distance was somewhat hazy. Camarthen Fan which is really the western part of the Brecon Beacons lay to the West while the other way the line of the Black Mountains rose along the horizon beyond large areas of lowlands.It’s different to Snowdonia where you are usually surrounded by mountains as other than the immediate peaks of the Beacons the other ranges are a long way off and it gives a huge sense of space. One of those nearer peaks though is Cribyn just along the ridge and this was my next objective.

Pen y Fan - the highest mountain in South Wales from Corn Du

Pen y Fan – the highest point in South Wales from Corn Du

Heading down the steep ridge from Pen y Fan the crowds are left behind and one feels a sense of return to the wilds. On a sunny day like this the grassy ridge beween Pen y Fan and Cribyn is a wonderful rest spot with a small tarn – more of a pool really – and a good place to regain energy before the steep ascent to Cribyn. It’s a good path but is about
a 400 foot climb after an easy couple of miles. The path right from this col misses out Cribyn if you really can’t face it but it would be a shame to miss as it’s the finest of the 3 peaks despite being slightly lower. Here as on the ridge below, far from the day trippers, you can experience the peace of the hills once more.

The path continues on down the ridge again with no difficulties to reach the old Roman road that traverses through the Brecon Beacons from north to south so at the col – Bwlch ar y Fan – it’s a case of turning right and marching south as the Legionaries once did. I could have used a bike here but it was a pleasant enough if long trudge back passing a
small group of wild ponies along the way. The distance was only noticable once I reached the top car park and had to go the extra mile to Taf Fechan Forest but on a day like this I was not complaining.

The route from Pen y Fan continues over Cribyn

The route from Pen y Fan drops down to the col and up to the next summit Cribyn

Pen y Fan from the col

Looking back up to Pen y Fan from the col en route to Cribyn

Waun Rydd and Fan y Big from Cribyn.

Waun Rydd and Fan y Big from Cribyn The route heads to the obvious col and turns right to follow the Roman road

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Looking back to Pen y Fan from the summit of Cribyn

Heading down the Roman road at the end of the day with the hills behind

Heading down the Roman road at the end of the day. Beyond are the 3 peaks of Corn Du 2864ft, Pen y Fan 2907ft and Cribyn 2608ft

Brecom Beacons from Taf Fechan

The route taken from Taf Fechan over the Beacons – as walked it’s 16km or 10 miles long with about 820m of ascent

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The Colonel of Krasnoyarsk – an Exerpt

Editing the new story is almost done and it’ll be here soon but in the meantime here’s a random exerpt from “The Colonel of Krasnoyarsk” which is different from the free previews available at online retailers…

He watched two police cars pulling up outside the front of the house. Their blue lights were flashing but the sirens were silent. Two officers emerged from each car and began inspecting the front of the house. They hadn’t seen him. The distant rumble of another approaching train could be heard which gave Yuri an idea. Suddenly a crash was heard downstairs as officers kicked or forced the front door while Medev calmly shouldered his bag which was ready packed.

A second after the crash, a loud explosion followed almost immediately by another reverberated downstairs as the stun grenades he had secured to the door went off. They were meant as a surprise for anyone entering unannounced and they were followed three seconds later by the dull thuds of the gas grenades detonating. These were for anyone who hadn’t got the message the first time. Yuri knew no one would be coming up the stairs so, still calm, he opened the large window at the rear of the house and exited onto the flat roof just below.

There were shouts of panic in the still morning air but they were all at the front of the house and there was no way through short of climbing the high fence. There was no one waiting below. He ran silently across the roof, dropped his pack onto the grass and followed it down noiselessly, rolling over as he’d done in countless parachute landings. Springing back to his feet in a single movement he shouldered his bag again and ran to the back of the garden where he easily climbed the wooden fence hearing shouts from inside the garden as he jumped down the far side. The fence was of solid panels and six feet in height so his pursuers would only see him once they climbed it too. He sprinted the twenty or so metres to the railway and crossed the tracks turning to face the house.

The train would be here in less than a minute and he wanted it between him and anyone chasing him. A head appeared cautiously over the top of the fence and immediately ducked back down as Yuri’s shots splintered the top of the fence half a metre away. Medev was aiming to just miss, he had no argument with the policeman who was doing his job, as he
himself would have done but he did not want to be followed. It worked as no one else looked over the fence and here was the train.

He noted that it was heading south, back towards the City, otherwise he would have jumped onto one of the flatbed freight trucks. The massive diesel thundered past followed by a mile long line of trucks moving at little more than twenty miles an hour. That was a three minute head start he had and that was from when the police realised he was no longer there to shoot at them.

He was jogging quickly towards the river where he would take a motor boat from the small harbour area. As he ran he looked for a likely target. There would be time to start the motor and get clear but not for a second try. Then he couldn’t believe his luck, approaching the wooden jetty, its engine buzzing like a wasp, was a small seaplane moving at taxiing
speed towards where a man was waiting with a rope in hand to secure it to a bollard.

The train still rumbled noisily past behind as Yuri jogged out along the jetty over the Hudson River. With the noise of the train and aircraft, which was now alongside, the man didn’t know he was there until he was grabbed from behind in a judo hold and thrown back onto the jetty face down. Yuri pulled open the door of the plane and pointed his gun at the
shocked face inside.

‘Get out, now!’ he shouted ‘And leave the engine running!’ The man did as he was told and scrambled out quickly, one leg slipping into the water. Yuri hauled him bodily clear of the river and deposited him by the other man. His expression said that he didn’t believe this was really happening but he did not try to fight.

Two policemen were now sprinting, weapons drawn, towards the jetty followed by two more just behind while the distant noise of sirens drew steadily nearer. Unhitching the mooring rope he calmly threw his bag into the stowage area behind the seats and jumped into the left hand seat. He knew how long the officers would take to reach him and their pistols would not be accurate at this range so there was no need to panic. They reached the jetty as he reached down to push the throttle lever forward. Engine roaring, the small aircraft began to move forward towards the shore and he turned the wheel-like joystick to the right as spray chilled his face from the open door which he pulled shut. With the water now staying outside he found the rudder controls and gained more control of the plane now accelerating away from the shoreline.

He had been trained to fly both conventional aircraft and helicopters and while he would never be a fighter pilot he could control most basic light aircraft though a seaplane was new territory. It would be fine once he found the windscreen wiper control.

The throttle was fully open and his speed was sixty miles an hour and rising, he pulled back slightly on the column and the water seemed less bumpy. As his speed increased, the vibration and noise changed and he was airborne. Watching the little aircraft shape on one of the dials he executed a wide climbing turn to the right then found the wiper control and
no longer needed the artificial horizon, he could now see the wide featureless expanse of the Hudson spread out below him like a lake. Ahead the grey sky promised rain as he flew northwards over a low road bridge with a central iron span far out in the grey water where a multi lane highway crossed to the far shore.

The altimeter passed 1000 feet and he eased the throttle back. There was more drag from the floats than on a normal aircraft but with some experimentation he soon achieved level flight cruising at about a hundred miles per hour just over two thousand feet above the river which became narrower as he headed north…

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The Time Bridge… a Short Story

Not so long ago I was asked by my seven year old son to write a story incorporating time travel, knights, a battle and a boy not so very different from himself. It was a challenge that took me as far from  writing about outdoor adventures as it did from the exploits of Yuri Medev but I enjoyed  it enough to think about doing another one soon.   The result was “The Time Bridge” which is five short chapters in a pdf file after the introduction which you can read here or download for free to read later. Let me know what you think…

Dan crouched down behind the large oak tree where he was out of sight of the path. He could hear the faint noise of traffic from the main road behind him as he strained his ears to hear where they were. He would be safe if he could get to the road. If only he’d waited at school for his mum he would have been all right. She had said that she would be just a little bit later than usual today and he’d thought he would meet up with her along the path. Even if his mum wasn’t there yet there would be grown ups; perhaps that man who walked his dog or the lady with the orange coat on her way to the corner shop. It was near but so were they; Darren Hall and his mates. They were somewhere behind and they were now shouting to him.

    “We know you’re there so you better come out… Yeah or else we’ll push you in the nettles.”

The bigger boys were between Dan and the road – between him and safety. They had seen him as he’d left the school gates and chased him down into the woods behind the school. Perhaps he should have carried on towards home but they would probably have caught him before he reached the road and there were those big nettle bushes by the path. He wondered where this path went. If he carried on down the hill he was bound to come out somewhere and he could make his way back up past the other side of the school along the main road. Darren and his bullies would probably have given up and gone by then.

His mum had always told him not to go by the main road as it was dangerous and some of the cars went far too fast but if he was careful… what if someone saw him though? Would he get into trouble? He could hear voices whispering somewhere behind him in the bushes; they were getting closer but had not seen him yet so he quietly left the shelter of the large tree and made his way as quietly as possible down the path worried that the older boys would hear his heart pounding. He was wondering where exactly they were when there was a shout behind him…

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In The Lime Light – Pete Buckley



Hoooray for Saturday! Not only because the weekends generally mean I can finally enjoy writing as much (or little) as I might choose without the demands of the 9-5er, but because it is once again time to Spotlight one of our fellow writers (which is far more important and interesting!) So as I am finishing up Dark Fey: Standing in Shadows, book two of the Dark Fey Trilogy (Yes, shameless plug, but since it’s my blog….) Please enjoy my latest Lime Light with Pete Buckley of the WordPress blog: Tales from the HIlls found at https://petebuckley.wordpress.com

Pete and I met via the electronic pages of WordPress, because much of his blog showcases my favourite place in the world: England, but we also keep in touch through the chirps and tweets of Twitter. He is a UK based indie author of two travel stories recounting adventures in New Zealand and the…

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Lake District Walks – in the Western Fells

Only the seasoned Wainwright bagger and local residents of West Cumbria will ever have heard of the hill called Grike but for everyone else it’s the westernmost of the lakeland mountain landscapes ennerdaleWainwrights or Lake District Fells, and stands next to Crag Fell whose far side rises splendidly above Ennerdale Water. In the mist and rain this area is bleak and lonely indeed but when the sun shines it reveals a side of the Lake District most tourists never see. Lonely it certainly is but that is part of its appeal.

Leaving the minor road that links Gosforth and Ennerdale Bridge I followed the track that leads into the hills from just south of Kinniside Stone Circle The ancient monument itself is well worth a visit before setting out and if you’re not walking is a worthwhile destination in itself. The track led over open fields before reaching patchy coniferous forest beyond a gate and climbing at an easy gradient to meet another track coming up from woodland below…

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Cycling Scotland – Lochearnhead and Glen Ogle…

Between Strathyre and Killin and to the north of Callander lies a bike trail that despite lochearn from the glen ogle cycle pathbeing short, ranks among the best rides I’ve done. A walk along here a few years ago actually prompted me to take up cycling again after a ten year absence due to busy roads though it was only recently that I finally got to ride it. As well as being a section of the Rob Roy Way, this trail is part of a much longer National Cycle Network route linking Glasgow and Inverness with this ride being from Strathyre up over the viaducts to the Glen Ogle car park on the forested ridge just south of Killin. As with my West Highland Way outing I had to do this in both directions but I’m not complaining there.

The rain was just about holding off as I left Strathyre; just after the bridge a bike track led northwards beside the river…

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Lake District Walks – an Exciting Route from Wasdale Head

Here’s a route I did recently for the first time that turned out to be one of the best walks I’ve done from Wasdale…

Pillar has always been one of my favorite mountains of the Lake District but for some reason I had never walked the so called High Level Route until a week or so ago which was walks from wasdalea shame as it turned out to be one of the best walks in the area. The trail leaves Black Sail Pass; the col that links Wasdale Head with Ennerdale, and initially follows the usual route to Pillar along the first part of the ridge. After Looking Stead which is worth a visit in itself as a viewpoint, a cairn is seen a short way up the path to Pillar. Here a path leads off to the right and follows an exciting route across the rugged mountainsides overlooking the wild upper reaches of Ennerdale and leading to the summit above the great bastion of Pillar Rock…

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