After hiking for several hours in blistering heat we reached the high point of our first encounter with Fan Brycheiniog. It was a great moment but slightly strange. I could only remember this place as being so utterly full of menace. The intense savagery of our two previous trips had been replaced with a picturesque [...]
Crawling into a small depression in the ground I held Arthur tightly by his shoulder and shouted to make myself heard above the roaring wind. "Are you cold?" We had decided to give Fan Brycheiniog a second shot. 'Beast from the East 2' was upon us so our attempt wasn't going to be straightforward. We [...]
The weather was shaping up nicely for the weekend. It was looking like a final mountain fling for the year was possible before the weather closed in. With the decision made we were going back to the South Wales, back to Brecon. During my time in the army I had spent countless days and weeks [...]
Mountainous Memories 