Walking Wednesday again. So we headed back to the Berwyns. We started off at the flesh pot of Pistyll Rhaeadr (Pistol Rider FFS!). We climbed up via Moel Sych and down Moel Ewig along the lonely heather and bog-stompy ridge to the lonely outpost of Godor.
I was trying out a new anorak, and so, armed with my copy of “The Observer’s book of British Fences” we spent the day taking photos of the miles of rusted sheep-netting to be found out there. These melancholic works of art are as much the landscape as the rocks, peat hags and endless folds of heather.
A wonderful Wednesday in the Berwyn mountains. Followed the ridge up above Ty’n y Ffridd over Mynydd Tarw, Foel Wen, Tomle and finally the twin peaks of Cadair Berwyn.
We counted 30 ravens twisting and cavorting in an aerial lek above Mynydd Tarw. Some amazing old fences, a micro-cairn on Tomle, and all round magnificence.
We ran out of daylight to take in the final peak of Godor on the way down. 7 hours walking and we didn’t see a soul. I am alive once more.
Over three winters, I watched as she toiled in driving sleet and rain to spade in each day’s quotient of trees. More than 5,000 oak, birch, holly, rowan and ash were planted along with the remaining strength in her back. She didn’t crow about it, but quietly, satisfied, started to interplant with other trees and woodland plants. Together we dug ponds, erected hundreds of birdboxes and generally set about making it a home for all but humans.
Years later, to celebrate this achievement I had Ordnance Survey rename that parcel to Coed Keri and planted this commemorative stone. Today, Coed Keri, vibrant like never before, is left to the wildlife of Denbighshire, but the stone moved with us to Powys, and just got replanted in our garden in Meifod, where we started the process all over again.
A field outing to rural Herefordshire. A walk from Fownhope up to Joans Hill Farm, Plantlife’s perfectly unimproved hay meadow reserve. A true delight for wildflower lovers. Passing through acres of camomile interplanted with lupins along the way and some gorgeous 25KvA power line poles. And guess the butterfly you lepido types ?? All rounded off with lashings of Hereford Pale Ale.
After Herefordshire, we drove on into north Borsetshire. Here, a couple of miles west of Felpersham, we came to the confluence of the rivers Am and Wye. And a nice pint of Shires in the Darrington Batsman Inn to round off a perfect day.