To the hills…

Walking up Pen Allt Mawr in the Brecon Beacons above Crickhowell. We walked this way in March but changed the route to have a picnic on Darren – thanks Darren! It was an incredible spot – one of our favourite picnic places now with panoramic views of the Black Mountains and Brecons.

First signpost...
First signpost…
Oak tree standing guard over stone remains of an ancient outbuilding.
Oak tree standing guard over stone remains of an ancient outbuilding.
Climbing out of the valley.
Climbing out of the valley.
Darren in the distance. That's where we're headed...
Darren in the distance. That’s where we’re headed…
The Sugar Loaf is unmistakeable.
The Sugar Loaf is unmistakeable.

Such a good decision to go high today – weather was so clear and the views couldn’t be bettered from every angle. A last gasp of autumnal weather meant it was mild and vividly coloured – we were acutely aware of what a privilege it was to be out in the sunshine on the higher hills.

Christine's favourite spot.
Christine’s favourite spot.
Standing on Darren!
Standing on Darren!

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We weren’t the only ones out though – we kept stumbling across small groups of soldiers – they looked rather new and shiny. The groups we encountered in the afternoon looked as if they were badly in need of a cuppa and some TLC. (If we’d only known Maddie your cakes would have gone down a treat!).

Breathtaking views...
Breathtaking views…

Chris proved she knows this mountain well, barely looking at the map and it starts with the best signpost for any walker to come across….

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What a life! Wild ponies.
What a life! Wild ponies.
Remains of old quarrying lay scattered around.
Remains of old quarrying lay scattered around.
End of the walk. It's only 2.45 pm but already the sun is sinking, the light fading.
End of the walk. It’s only 2.45 pm but already the sun is sinking, the light fading.

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