Anyways we spent some time exploring a more western part, that goes under the name of 'Hill of holy sheep and mooreland'. This is the illustrated story of the discovery of Wales!
Started out by this little
camping named Grawen by Llwyon-On that is placed in the national park
of Brecon Beacons. This place was quite neat, and since it was in
pre-season we were practically alone.
In wales, and the biggest portion of Southern England ther is no wildcamping at all, sad but true. lucky for us i 'didnt' know, this early in the season it wouldnt matter anyways. since ther is no-one else ther.
Artsy as hell i tossed the
one torch we brought to her and had her point it in the roof while i
was lying outside with my camera and tripod. She murred something
bout romantic get-away...
zSomone need to come teach the Welsh how to build cairns. or give them moutains to high to hike when drunk.
Somwhere on some ridge i managed to spill a drop of strawberry. photo material! lucky for us, April is the dryest month in the year around here. and every bit of land had the mark of marsh and alot of water. cant imagine hiking here when rainy, the entire place must be a huge soggy-marsh
Funny to see these quite prominent morains and glacial fetures on this isle forgotten by bedrock
My girlfriend had kindly gotten sponsored to buy a MSR tent, as lightwaight as possible. in the end, she ended up on the fatter-halfbrother of the Hubba-hubba-bubba-dubba from MSR. good tent, not sure if i would bring it anywhere windy...
ther was sheep, and falcons. and absolutley none of the names anywhere on the map made sense. It was good to be back to sivilisation after this expedition. when after all London still was quite unexplored. the one thing i bring back from this trip is gratitude Norway never had to build this amount of fences all over the place. i even belive at some pont they fenced in a marsh... of what sense i couldnt find.
Fred Ut Gutar
Fred Ut Gutar
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