We had a little hike - maybe four miles, but with a lot of ups and downs. Living in as hilly a city as Bristol certainly helps train for this kind of terrain. The weather helped too, mind: it was about 24 degrees, which would normally be a bit on the hot side, but with a pleasant breeze and low humidity it was just right.
What can I say? The Brecon Beacons are awesome. I'd bought a book of short walks for the occasion, and the one we took was ideal, with variety of terrains, from stream beds to brackeny slopes to post-industrial spoil heaps from 200-year-old limestone quarries.
I hadn't seen this neat trick of getting a free salt lick by raiding the de-icing grit box!
This is essentially what I'd like my garden to look like.
A strangely proprietorial sheep.
The escarpment itself
The Usk valley, the village of Llangattock nestled within.
That rare thing - a nice picture of me
It looks as if Ayako is standing in front of a backdrop picture here, but such is not the case.