We encountered a bit of rain this afternoon as we climbed
and descended some ungodly graded hills. With the hope of seeing more castles
we crept on and were eventually rewarded with ten miles of a tailwind, winding
down two valleys.
We're in the town of Llandovery
on the edge of Brecon
Beacons National
Park . If the weather holds we'd like to hike for
our 5th anniversary.
Photo credit: Traditional Games |
Photo credit: Wikipedia |
In town we watched lawn bowling. The playing field is a
green rectangle, a suitably hard surface. The black balls are asymmetrical.
Players underhand pitch the balls trying to hit a tiny white ball at the far
end. As the ball closes in on its target, it curves and falls on its flat side.
We now set up the campsite with efficiency. Andy and I each
have our designated sides of the tent. I throw my stuff in my area and his on
the other. Within a half hour the tent is erected, bedding set up, bikes
locked, and the stove is hissing, waiting for water to boil.
We left the campsite by 9
a.m. , earlier than some days. After talking with fellow English
campers who touted Monet's Giverny
Gardens and the
Impressionist works in Paris
we left with lofty thoughts of France
as we climbed a road along a river. We look forward to our first country on the
European continent.
Anglican Church. |
On a plateau in the morning sunshine, an old stone church
begged exploration. One end is a square castle tower. We poked around the
property, gingerly stepping among the early 19th century gravestones, so
commonly sighted around these old edifices. Some markers are broken and propped
against the walls. We read epitaphs and are struck by the close proximity of
gravesites, as if burying space was at a premium. The old churches in Wales
are still in use as evidenced by the shiny plaque listing all pastors past and
present.
Typical Welsh scenery - a patchwork of farming. |
After buying lunch food and extracting money from an ATM to
get us through the weekend, we cycled to Brecon Beacons
National Park . The
visitor's center was located on an open slope with a view of the balding Brecon
mountains. Once covered by forest, the land was timbered in 1300 for grazing.
Cattle and sheep still roam the hills. The summit ridges are colored in red
soil, reminding me of the Painted Hills in central Oregon .
Scenery from the visitors center. Photo credit: Europe a la Carte |
Unlike U.S. National Parks, this one is relatively new,
started in 1957 and encompasses existing farmland with right-of-ways over three
mountain ranges. Our walk followed tractor ruts, a bushwhack through a young
forest, a newly mown path through a swath of ferns, over stiles, etc. - a
civilized hike, you might say, commonplace for long walks in Britain. As we tread through sheep pastures, the animals bleated from
the ruts, apparently taking refuge from the hot sun.
Fishermen's Pie. Photo credit: Travel in Wales |
To celebrate our anniversary we had dinner at a restaurant
in Brecon. Andy had spinach lasagna while I tried a regional dish - fisherman's
pie. It was a delicious soup bowl of fish, potatoes, and mushrooms in a creamy
wine sauce. On the side I had vinegar chips (French fries). It was a fitting
end to a wonderful day; cycling and hiking are our loves and an inherent part
of who we are as a couple.
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