Nevis in the Mist
So, I plodded on, into the grey soup. Found the waterfall – or rather, the torrent of icy water blasting across the path. ‘Stream’ is a bit of an understatement. My ‘no research’ policy came back to bite me. Were my boots waterproof? Who knew! Waded through, fingers crossed. Miraculously, dry socks.
MERTHYR MAWR - ABERAVON, JANUARY 27TH 2023
This was it, the reason I'd decided to walk this path, all that was missing was the flying fish jumping over the rainbow and a unicorn galloping along the beach. This would have been my dream. Each breath felt like a conscious choice, a deliberate filling of my lungs with pure beach air, chasing away the cobwebs and filling the hollow corners of my being with the essence of this coastal paradise. In that moment, adrift on a sea of sand and serenity, I understood why I'd signed up for this – not just for the escape, but for the rediscovery of a simpler rhythm, a deeper connection to the pulse of the earth and the song of the sea. On this beach, bathed in sunlight and embraced by the ocean's endless lullaby, I didn't just exist; I thrived.
Brecon Horseshoe Hiccups: Rambling, Scrambling, and Stumbling
So, rewind to that glorious morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was feeling surprisingly optimistic about the day ahead, mainly because, well, it was a lovely day, and sometimes that's all it takes to lift the spirits. Famous last words, I know. I'd decided on the Brecon Horseshoe, mainly because I couldn't be bothered to think of anything else. Off I trotted to my usual car park in the Taff Fechan Forest, whistling a merry tune and generally feeling like I had my life together.