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.
An Autumn Adventure on the Monmouthshire & Brecon Canal
Autumn, that magical time of year when nature decides to put on a fireworks display of falling leaves, transforming the landscape into a painter's palette gone wild. What better way to soak it all in than with a leisurely stroll along the Monmouthshire & Brecon Canal? That's what I thought, anyway, until I realised that "leisurely stroll" translated to "35-mile odyssey of questionable decision-making."