Stars in the Brecon Beacons
Cribyn from Pen y Fan.
When I’m not in the hills, chances are I’m making use of my National Trust membership. If you have one, here’s a tip: whenever you’re travelling, National Trust properties make a great alternative to motorway service stations. You can stretch your legs, get a coffee and see something interesting, all while breaking up your journey.
This is Sgwd yr Pannwr in unusually heavy and colourful flow!
There was an astonishing amount of water cascading over the falls at Ystrafellte thanks to snowmelt and a night of heavy rain. This is Sgwd Isaf Clun-gwyn, the lower Fall of the White Meadow, with a rainbow emerging from the lowest of the four waterfalls. It was incredible in person and it’s almost impossible to do it justice in a photo.
This is Sgwd yr Eira, probably the most photographed waterfall in the Brecon Beacons because you can actually walk behind the curtain of thundering water. Though not the biggest of the falls, I think it was my favourite for its setting in the beautiful landscape.
Every year for the last few years, I’ve headed off grid for my birthday. Give me a log cabin and some peace, and I’m happy. Can’t wait to be back in the Brecon Beacons on Monday. This image is from Ty Donkey in Wales last year.
A beautiful sunset at Higger Tor.
I love drystone walls. They’re an artist’s stroke on the landscape that have defied the elements, livestock and hillwalkers for centuries. In a sense, they’re living history; a legacy left to us by our ancestors. And some of them have steps.
Lud’s Church is not a building, but a ravine – a chasm carved into the Back Forest. The Druids thought it a spiritual corridor in the ground. In the past, it was believed to have been made by the devil slashing the earth with a fingernail, creating a deep, unhealable wound. Robin Hood, Friar Tuck and Bonny Prince Charlie are all said to have hidden from the authorities here.
Some accounts maintain that this strange body of water is bottomless; others say that Doxey Pool is inhabited by a malignant mermaid called Jenny Greenteeth, sometimes described as a blue nymph. The legend says that she fell in the pool on a foggy day whilst walking along the top of the Roaches and ever since has been enticing unsuspecting victims down to the pool and to their watery grave…
I love the layers you can see in the gritstone at The Roaches. They were formed around 300 million years ago when a range of mountains was pushed up to the north and an immense Amazon-sized river spread its delta over much of what is now England.
Another cloudy walk in the Peak District. This time, it was The Roaches’ turn to look majestic in the fog.
Chatsworth, home of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, is set in the heart of the Peak District in Derbyshire, on the banks of the river Derwent. Home of the Cavendish family since the 1550s, it has evolved through the centuries to reflect the tastes, passions and interests of succeeding generations.
What our walk to Shutlingsloe lacked in views due to the dense fog, it more than made up for with atmosphere.
The name Mam Tor means ‘mother hill’, so called because frequent landslips on its eastern face have resulted in a multitude of ‘mini-hills’ beneath it. These landslips, which are caused by unstable lower layers of shale, also give the hill its alternative name of Shivering Mountain.
A small early Bronze Age stone circle traditionally belived to depict nine ladies turned into stone as a penalty for dancing on Sunday.
Parkhouse Hill in the distance as the sun sets. This was taken walking back to the car after leaving Dowel’s Dale.
Chrome Hill is one of the most distinctive in the Peak District. I love how the tree is like bonsai on a landscape scale.