Bannau Brycheiniog

A great weekend in Brecon 

The bank holiday weekend of 24th of May was booked for a trip to Brecon (Bannau Brycheiniog), and specifically to quieter area in the west, mainly to avoid the bank holiday crowds, but also to re-visit a stunning spot that we’d been to before. The idea was to do more of a previous walk and then explore the paths on top of the escarpment that runs south north towards Llyn Y Fan Fawr and then west to Llyn Y Fan Fach.  

It’s a round robin walk that starts at the southern end of the escarpment and climbs steadily to the top of the ridge, where the path continues close to the escarpments edge all the way to the far end and then turns sharply west before heading down to the first of the lakes. From there it contours round eastwards before turning south and heading for the second of the lakes and then continues south along the foot of the escarpment all the way back to the start. 

It’s a very neat route that seems to have most of what you want from any kind of walk in the hills, decent climbs, great views, and plenty of clean fresh air, and I was joined again by my mate Mark, who’s always good company on these walks. 

The plan was to start the route going anti clockwise walking at the base of the escarpment towards LLyn Y Fan Fawr where we’d spend the night pitched up next to what is an incredibly beautiful lake with great views. It’s about 5k from where we had parked and was easily achievable in the time we had set aside, given that we were due to set off at around 5pm. However, in what has recently become the norm for my walks, not much had quite gone as planned. 

It took an extra two and a half hours for me to travel to my destination after several sat nav re-routes and some fairly heavy bank holiday traffic, and my walking compatriot didn’t manage to arrive until just after 7pm (you’ve gotta love bank holiday travelers). I know in the grand scheme of things that we were part of the problem given that we were traveling as well, but knowing that trite little fact didn’t help one little bit. 

Well, after finally meeting up and discussing what we were going to do at such a late hour we decided that the best thing would be to start the route in the other direction and go clockwise. This meant that we could make a short ascent up the southern end of the escarpment to a slight plateau where we could pitch for the night. Although it wasn’t far from the start and it was only a short ascent, it was still quite steep, and after huffing and puffing hard for a while we hit the plateau in late dusk light and managed to pitch before complete darkness, which in anybody’s book has to be counted as a win. 

First night camp

It wasn’t long before the stoves were fired up and food was on the go, and once the hunger had been satisfied, I felt that a small mug of red was in order, so given that it’s almost the law that’s what I had, and my buddy had one of his beers. I don’t think it was long after that we had both hit the hay. It had been a long day and a late night and both of us were flagging. 

We knew that the weather forecast for the weekend wasn’t good, and was in fact promising rain and wind of decent proportions for the duration. Never one’s to be perturbed by such things we were prepared for it. However, come the morning despite finding ourselves in the cloud base the rain was nothing like what we were expecting, not much more than occasional heavy drizzle, and the overnight wind was nothing to write home about either, although that was going to change. 

Cloud falling over the edge of the escarpment

The morning light brought with it a view of the cloud as it moved across the land and then hit the edge of the escarpment where the wind worked its magic and created a wonderful swirling effect as the cloud cascaded over the edge. You don’t see that every day or in every location. But the day had to start, and after a good cuppa and some breakfast we broke camp, packed up, and headed off on the route along the top of the escarpment. 

As we set off and lost the shelter of where we had pitched the wind began to make itself felt. It was a combination of a fairly strong wind and the exposed nature of where we were that made it quite bracing. It wasn’t particularly cold or wet, but given that the hillslope dropped to the west, which is where the wind was coming from, and the fact that we walking a ridge meant that we got the full effect of what mother nature had to offer on that particular day. 

What this meant was that as we made our way along the ridge we were being constantly hit on our left hand side by the cloud laden wind that made our left side damp but left the right side dry, an interesting feeling for sure. However, unperturbed by the conditions we were making good time as we walked north along the path that ran very close to the edge on occasions. 

Trig point on Fan Brycheiniog

It continued on this way for a while until we got to the trig point on Fan Brechyniog where we took the obligatory selfie and then carried on towards the end of the straight section where we had to turn left before sweeping back round clockwise and dropping down towards Llyn Y Fan Fach. However, before we did that there were one or two very quick breaks in the cloud where we were teased with what we would have seen on a clearer day. One of the reasons for doing this particular walk was to capture the unbroken views across Brecon that are available from the top of the escarpment. Unfortunately, the cloud put paid to that, but we did get a few glimpses where the cloud parted briefly at which point the phones came out toot sweet and we got as many pics as we could. 

One of the hill sections to climb

Anyway, after making our way down to the lake we decided to take a break for a while, make a brew and get something to eat while we gave our poor old bones a bit of a rest. The escarpment may look fairly level, but it’s not at all. There are a few hill sections to climb and some of them are fairly steep, and doing these while carrying a load on your back can be taxing to say the least, but despite that we had made exceptionally good time so the rest was well deserved. 

After an amount of time (I’m honestly not sure exactly how long we were there) packs were hoisted, poles attached to hands, and off we went following the path that contoured around the base of the escarpment. This part of the path had some pretty interesting features along the way, features that I won’t bore you with here, but Mark had to put up with me getting a bit over excited about geomorphological anomalies and the such (he does that a lot).  

We continued on our way guessing at how far it was to the area we were going to pitch for the night, me being wildly wrong on several occasions and Mark getting it mostly right. I’m like a broken clock, right at least twice a day, but no more than that. We finally arrived at Llyn Y Fan Fawr to be met by a very bracing wind as we rounded the corner that the escarpment had sheltered us from. Time to seek a spot for the night. 

After the usual roaming around looking for the best location, we finally settled on what we thought was the best option and made camp. The wind continued, and the rain came sporadically meaning that the best option was to get fed, have a quick mug of wine and get an early night. To be fair I know I was fairly knackered, and I think Mark was too. My only concern that night was for the stability of my tent, not that wind is much an issue for it even in much stronger wind than we had that night, but it’s a trekking pole tent and as such is held up by the tension created by the fly being pegged out tightly at the base. With well seated pegs and the guys from the top being pulled tight this tent can take a battering, but we were pitched on thin soil with plenty of buried stones and my pegs were not as well seated as would normally like them to be. My concerns turned out to be unwarranted though, because despite the high wind and gusting that hit us all night the tent pegs remained secure, and so did I in my trusty Lanshan. 

Morning came, breakfast was had along with a hot brew, and we packed up in the wind which is always fun. 

From where we were it was about a 5k walk back to the cars, and once again we made good time, but as we made our way back the weather improved step by step, so we decided to take break and just enjoy what was becoming a beautiful day. We sat at a lovely spot next to a small waterfall overlooking the land as it dropped away in front of us and relished the small amount of sunlight breaking through the clouds as it warmed the air. 

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that the reason we go on these mini adventures is to simply enjoy the sights and sounds, the views, and to relax in what is an amazing environment while being able to take a break from the lives we lead day to day. In short, to recharge the mind body and soul. Sometimes conditions cause you to work your way along a route as if on a route march, and this was one of those occasions. The wind and low cloud made the route something to do rather than something to enjoy. This is not to say that it wasn’t a good thing to do, far from it, I really like getting out in harsh conditions and pushing on, but not all the time.  

Sat in the sun relaxing in such a lovely spot we were reminded of that fact. That we should find more opportunities to just pause, sit, and take in the view. There is so much to see when you take the time to look. 

The next camp is going to be a ridiculously easy one with very little distance to cover, but it was purposely planned that way a while ago. However, after that one we are returning to Buttermere for some unfinished business, and that walk is going to be a solid walk over two days covering some fairly hard terrain and some solid hillwork. But, after the lesson learned at Lyn Y Fan Fawr I think we will be pausing more often and taking a good look at what is around us. 

A Chilled Weekend

Last weekend was a return to Bannau Brycheiniog, this time to the west of Pen Y Fan for a very chilled overnight camp under the trees on Friday, followed by the four waterfalls walk Saturday, and then on to Llyn Y Fan Fawr for another overnight camp at what turned out to be a stunning spot.

I’d been looking forward to this particular walk ever since Mark, a friend of mine, and I talked about it during the last walk we went on.
Plans were made, locations chosen, and a watchful eye was kept on the weather.

Mark, Alex, another friend, and myself met up at a remote car park Friday afternoon and made our way the short distance to the spot chosen for that night. The intention was for it to be just a very relaxed and chilled camp before the following days walk. And to be fair, that’s exactly what we got.

Hidden away in a small conifer wood next to a foresters track, were three tents pitched up underneath a clear sky full of stars, and the tall trees providing the perfect frame.

We made a brew, drank alcohol free beer, sipped at a rather fruity red with firm tannins, ate packet food, and stood around looking at the night sky chatting away in what was a very mild night for three middle aged men hanging around in a dark wood. I’d like to think that we were the scariest thing in the woods that night, but I think that honour probably went to a badger.

The following morning saw us strike camp after breakfast and make our way back along the foresters track to the car park and our cars. However, despite only being a couple of miles away from the meeting point with Mike Lawrence, we somehow managed to be twenty minutes late (I can only apologise again for the tardiness), and after the introductions and hello’s, it was off down the path to the four waterfalls.

The kind of picture I can take will never do justice to the natural beauty and feeling of power that exudes from these wonders of nature, but I took a whole bunch of pictures and videos anyway. I’ve always been a sucker for a good waterfall.

The four of us made our way round the walk visiting each fall in turn, each with it’s own particular charm and character, but for me the best was the one we could all walk behind. I visited this one some years ago when my boys were still very young, and I remember carrying each of them in turn behind it, which they still remember to this day.

However, this time I was accompanied by three other very excited middle aged teenagers, and after putting on our waterproof jackets we made our way towards, and then behind the curtain of water thunderously cascading down.

Pictures were taken, giggles were had, and after a thoroughly good soaking from the spray, we made our way back to the steps leading upwards to the main circular path.
Mike was only with us for the day, a day which seemed to pass fairly quickly. Despite this, it was really good to meet with Mike and chat about all sorts of things, including his love of trig points, and one trig point in particular. Such an incredibly heartwarming story.
After a coffee and something to eat at a kiosk near the waterfalls walk, Mark, Alex, and myself, said goodbye to Mike (who I believe would have earned a few brownie points with an early return home), and made our way by car to the next part of the weekend.

Now, this next part should, in theory, have been an easy walk. There were no steep inclines, no hard terrain, and it was a low level walk leading to Llyn Y Fan Fawr and the campsite. However, for Mark and myself it turned out to be something of a trial of will. For some reason the 5k Sunday stroll was one of the hardest walks I’ve done in a long time, the sheer effort it took to make our way to the campsite was tremendous. Not so for the waggy tailed Labrador accompanying us, oh no, he was fairly hop skip and jumping his way along while Mark and myself were feeling every step, like a pair of knackered old pit ponies.

It was postulated by Mark that it was because of the earlier walk around the waterfalls and the energy expended doing it, but personally I think that the mountain fairies gave us only just enough energy to complete the walk in front of us and nothing more. Who was right we’ll never know, but eventually we made it, knackered and exhausted.

It was worth it though, the Llyn is a magnificent spot with great views, perched below a steep escarpment on one side, and a big vista of the varied landscape on the other. When dusk fell the view across the Llyn gave a truly atmospheric feel to a hard won camp.

We all pitched up and then set about eating huge numbers of calories to make up for the earlier loss, and once sated, and after another social, we settled in for the night.

The following morning after breakfast we packed up and headed back the way we came, back to where our cars were parked. Oddly, it didn’t seem as difficult as the day before. Perhaps the mountain fairies were feeling generous.

We decided to find a local cafe for a coffee and breakfast, and by complete accident we seemed to find the very best in the area. Great coffee, and a gourmet sausage roll.

This marked the end of what was a great weekend of camping in good company.

It’s no secret that I love getting out in the hills and camping out whenever I can. The feeling of freedom is incredible, not to mention the psychological, emotional, and physical benefits, but these are something I have generally experienced on my own.
However, recently I’ve enjoyed having company on these walks, the company of interesting men looking to experience the same benefits. I’ve enjoyed getting to know the people I walk with, their past, their present, and their planned futures. And I like to think that I’ve made at least one good friend along the way.

Who could ask for more?