The second part of the week in the Brecon Beacons proved to be better part with regard to the weather and the views on offer. We would spend one day in the Black Mountain (singular) / Y Mynydd Du and then the final day in the Black Mountains (plural).
Thursday – Fan Brycheiniog and Fan Hir in the Black Mountain/Y Mynydd Du
Today was a pleasant change from the first part of the week, the sun was shining and you could see further than one hundred yards! Starting on an indiscriminate path of sorts we left the minor road (SN856223) just below Glasfyndd Forest and headed for Llyn y Fan Fawr. This only come into view as we reached it, being the remains of a glacial lake with its terminal moraines holding back the water.
A short rest to admire the view and we headed out along the side of Fan Brycheiniog and around to the point where we steeply ascended to the cairn on top of Fan Foel. Apart from some small climbs the rest of the day would be ‘downhill’ so to speak. We followed the path along the ridge to the next cairn and stopped for lunch basking in the sun. A group of young women passed and we speculated as to their nationality as we struggled to decipher their language (even with a native French & German speaker in the group). However, near the trig point of Fan Brycheiniog we met them again and discovered they were from Belgium and Holland. We also found this unusual fly or to us at least!)
The rest of the day was a pleasant walk along the ridge with views like the one at the top of this section of the blog with its glacial erosion to expose the Red Sandstone & other layers. After leaving the ridge the path follows the spur before finally reaching the A4067 and Glyntawe with its welcoming pub.
Friday – The Black Mountains
The final day and another one for the suntan cream. Starting at a drop off point on the A479 north of Crickhowell we walked across the fields to Cwmdu and then the lanes that would lead up to the open access land of the Black Mountains. Following much of the Beacons Way we skirted our way around the hillside through bracken, which at times was chest high or more. Regardless of its height it carefully obscured paths whenever possible.
Eventually we escaped from its clutches and emerged onto Table Mountain the iron age hillfort with its historic links to Hywell the Good whose laws survived 300 years until Edward 1 introduced English laws & customs on the principality. The final part of the walk was through farmland to the roads that led to the heart of Crickhowell. Its picturesque qualities were sadly being eroded by the large volumes of traffic passing through on the busy A40.
So ended an enjoyable week leading walks in the Brecon Beacons for HF Holidays. The final nights entertainment and farewells before we all depart for our respect homes.