Weekend in the Brecon beacons .............. if your a ex squaddy the prospect might fill you with dread and inspire sweat soaked nightmares of the FAN Dance but I have to say this weekend was one of the best I've had in a long time!
The weather was kind (although bloody freezing on top of the mountain) and it only rained on Friday as we drove there. The going was wet under foot - what wet in Wales?? Never!!!
But the views were fantastic and we even got to was a battle between 2 buzzards and a red kite and that alone would have made the trip worth while to be honest.
The CASTLE Inn Bunkhouse - excellent venison burgers and noisy hoorah henry's but a great place to stay - busy even this time of year but serving good food - good ale and a sharp owner with a great sense of humour!
Mist in the valley over Abergavenny - proof of the temperature ranges
Paul with the map - once a leader always a leader
Caer Dinas - Castle of ancient Briton, possibly also a Norman mote and bailey now wooded over and forgotten except in myth and legend.
Snooker table green fields in the valley below
Bearclaw buff - windshirt and very sweaty me ............. I hate the up-dilly-up-ups almost as much as the down-dilly-'own-downs lol but the view was stunning!
What better way to describe the beauty of a place or its tranquillity that to say that a glider soaring overhead was noisy with the sound of the wind whispering over its fuselage ................
The sunny side of the hill - berries still red, offering a splash of colour against the autumnal browns of the fields and moors around them - and on this day 11 - 11 the red also makes us remember the poppy and its symbolism.
As I said at the start of this piece, if your a squaddy, well an ex-infantrymen anyway, Brecon holds a place in your heart and on Remembrance Sunday what better place to celebrate the fact that life is still good and to take a moment to remember those brave souls who gave some much so that others might live? Friends and kindred spirits whose courage and smiles will always live on in the hearts of those who loved them.
Another great weekend dear reader and proof, if it were needed, that the best way to enjoy "the nature", to live and breath and enjoy simply being alive is to get out there and do it!
And one for the welsh readers (my late grandfather was a swansea lad!)