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Our second day ends at an old Welsh Inn sever miles from Llansantffraed, Wales then resumes the next morning as we worked our way ever deeper and higher into the Welsh mountains.
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We pushed on until about 19:00 hrs searching for a farm bed and breakfast to spend the night. Finally as the sun was setting I tried one more time and won with an incredible old Welsh Inn sever miles from Llansantffraed overlooking pastures. |
| Perhaps equally as good, this stop brought one of the best suppers on the journey, Lemon Sole wrapped around a well seasoned seafood stuffing, that I did not cook. We dined overlooking the setting sun and patchwork shire. |
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We had now passed the tourist area and national park of the Black Mountains. A few weeks later Scotland successfully obtained their own parliament and taxation rights I await the news that Wales will do the same. |
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Welsh is a language of beauty, incomprehensible to the English reader but poetry to my ears. Over half of the stations on the tele that night broadcast all commentary in Welsh. Wednesday 27 August, 1997 To day dawned with scudding clouds and broken sun, the damp ground fresh from last nights rain made the picturesque fields come even more to life than when seen in the deep shadows of last evenings sunset. |
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Today's journey was planned as a test of my driving skills since I had selected the most precarious route through the most deserted tract of the "Mynydd Eppynt". Our large scale map showed numerous chevron's to mark extremely difficult grades and an ominous message that the passage was not suitable for caravans, which are the English equivalent of small-class C - RVs based on van bodies. Our last look at an A class road was a taste of what was to come,unfortunately it was also the last picture this time; for unfortunately we had run out of film, with still the high mountain passes to come. |
| At first inspection, after leaving our super secondary road north from Beulah the way ahead looked more like a footpath than a road, climbing almost straight uphill and completely shrouded by heavy trees. |
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With only the occasional marker indicating our objective of Abergwesin we climbed slowly for almost two hours watching the vegetation and forest succumb to
alpine meadows and wind swept moors. Waterfalls and rushing streams abounded as we climbed ever higher entering the crest top valley through which the stream "Afon (river) Irfon" creeping past "Cefn (ridge) Coach" ever closer to the "Afon (river) Towi". Here the road almost disappeared becoming more like a cow path than ever. |
