Brecon Beacons day 2

Damp start to the day. We tabbed it back to car.

Mike's sheltered pitch


Our tent/tarp lines.

Darren's Fortress of Solitude.

Sunday farewells

We leave the hill behind us and all head down the single-track road.

We made it back to the car, where I covered my matted hair with my sporty new AktoCap.

Darren recognised the Tescos and made a quick call to Jules and Stu, who greeted us with not only a cup of tea but also a full cooked breakfast. And a recommendation for sun cream that lasts all day. And a look at the glasses that Jules paints (available through ebay and taking orders for Christmas already). Nice visit; nice folk; thanks for the break. And the sun's come out again. Only my third time in Wales and the people and Nature have all made up for me being asked to leave during my first visit. It has been a voyage of wonder for me. No sign of a black land rover being driven by a chap in WW2 RAF uniform. Oh, love what they've done with the language, even the roadwork signs are bilingual. Arafwch. 400 llath. Am 6 milltir. Achub di-dal.