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Brecon Beacons, Wales 7th - 9th September 2007 [2 - The Walk] |
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I had to share the bunkhouse room I'd had all to myself Thursday night. No bedding had been provided except for sheets, so a sleeping bag was required on this occasion. We had all missed Vanda, who was not able to make it on this trip at the last minute, due to an illness in the family. It was left up to Martin to assume responsibility for taking photos for the XHC website. A superb blue sky, and al fresco breakfast, suggested we were in for a good day for Pen-y-Fan, on the Saturday morning. We drove there in convoy, Martin getting lost en route. We found the public parking spot in the Brecon Beacons National Park and set off along a valley towards Upper Neuadd Reservoir, crossing over the dam wall and continuing up a dirt track with the reservoir to our left. The path swung left and we reached another perpendicular path which rose steeply from the right from the valley below and Cribyn directly ahead of us. Triathletes passed by, to our cheers of encouragement. By this time, there was a chill in the air and low cloud shrouded the hills. |
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We ascended Cribyn (795m), where we stopped for lunch. We were cold, with visibility down to about 50m. As we set off from there, glimpses of the valley came into view. By the time we reached the top of Pen y Fan (885m), the highest peak in South Wales, the clouds had rolled away to afford us spectacular views in all directions. We effectively circumnavigated the reservoir below and looked back across the Cwm towards Pen-y-Fan and Cribyn, with not a cloud in the sky. The maverick Tim Porter then chose an extraordinary way off the hills, having to negotiate a steep descent through some dense slippery vegetation, which was relatively dangerous apart from the obvious damage to the environment. Pen-y-Fan has claimed large numbers of casualties ranging from ill-prepared or inexperienced hill walkers and climbers to highly trained special forces troops who utilise the area as part of a special forces selection training area, due to rapidly changing weather conditions. Pen-y-Fan is sometimes called the "most dangerous peak in Wales". |
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A cirque is an amphitheatre-like valley or valley head, formed at the head of a glacier by erosion. A cirque is also known as a coombe or coomb in England, a combe or comb in America, a corrie in Scotland and Ireland, and a cwm in Wales, although these terms apply to a specific feature of which several may be found in a cirque. The term "comb" is often found at the end of place-names such as Newcomb and Maycomb. On the subject of language, Welsh (Cymraeg) is a member of the Brythonic (British) branch of Celtic spoken natively in Wales, in England by some along the Welsh border and in the Welsh immigrant colony in the Chubut Valley in Argentine Patagonia. The English name "Wales" originates from the Germanic word Walha, meaning "foreigner," Originally (and traditionally) one of the Celtic nations, a distinct Welsh national identity emerged in the early 5th century, after the Roman withdrawal from Britain. The Welsh call their country Cymru in the Welsh lanuage, which most likely meant "compatriots" in Old Welsh. |
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We drove back, Peter Hartman using his Tom Tom on this occasion, just in case Martin got us lost again, heh-heh. We were humourised by the sound of John Cleese giving us directions. Advance booking at The Crown Saturday resulted in us having a large table to ourselves. The pub and restaurant seemed to be well run, popular and somewhat up-market, despite being remote. It is fully booked most evenings. Being only a short walk from the Smithy's, it was our only choice. We had a great evening and didn't leave till around midnight, missing out on Karaoke, of which I am not a fan. Sunday's breakfast was once again held under a clear blue sky. A few then ventured off for stroll up Sugar Loaf. I stayed behind and read, snoozing a bit too. Whilst lying on the bunk, I was alerted by a scratching sound, only to discover that some of the local farm chickens had entered the room and were pecking at the tiled floor in search of food. Tim had left early morning, taking my Cannondale off-road bicycle with him. I secured a lift back with John Adams, who dropped me off at Xerox in Welwyn Garden City, where I had left my car. |
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To conclude, after the weekend, Anne Young sent in a "thank you" e-mail :
Subject: RE: XHC - Final
Details - Brecon Beacons Wales 7th - 9th September 2007 |
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