The Black Mountains

To escape from the hard labour of constantly putting up curtain rails and painting the new house, I organised a get away to the Black Mountains. We rented a cottage up a valley with a log fire and mainly sheep for company. In fact, we now understand the phrase 'Welsh Bingo'.

We spent most of the daytime walking up the neighbouring valleys and taking in the views and disturbing the wildlife. We even managed a good 15km walk whilst I got sunburnt. Despite this being a bank holiday weekend, we were remote enough to avoid nearly anyone.
Get orf my land!


For supplies, there were some shops in Crickhowell, which Lou spent plenty of time exploring. This left me the chance to lazily watch Crickhowell Cricket Club from a park bench whilst 'guarding' the food supplies.