The Fences of Berwyn County

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.

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