And we strode off across the Brecon Beacons National park and up into the Black mountains.
It was initially a tough climb out of Pandy then miles of walking across the ridge tops with panoramic views of England and Wales stretched out in all directions. As far as the eye could see there were no large towns or cities just hamlets, villages and church steeples nestled amongst undulating fields and copses. Amazing that on such a densely populated island there is so much seemingly unpopulated countryside. That you can still feel isolated on an island approximately the same size as Utah but contains 63 million more people. We can walk for miles and not see a soul, walk down roads and not see a car.
The Black Mountains seemed to be perfectly named. Shadows fell over their masses creating a darkness, blurring the line between mountain and stormy sky. They were ominous and heavy in their darkness, yet soft and hazy, with dreamy wild horses galloping across the ridges.
We walked on across the endless dreamy ridge top for hours, hypnotized by the Skylark's song that seemed to lull us to sleep. A flagstone path over the bogs, stretched for miles into the distance as we put one foot in front of the other. I found my eyes closing and wondered if it was actually possible to fall asleep while walking?
Our day ended at Hay on wye, supposedly the literary capital of Britain and home to numerous second hand book shops and another castle.
Mick and I were both happy here as the bed and breakfast was "continental" style, with a self serve kitchen and copious tea bags for Mick and Landlord beer (a Mick favourite) at the beautiful pub close by. And for me, WiFi.
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