In which i get to Brecon, but not up the Brecon Beacons.
the brecon beacons were one of the highlights of my last trip to the uk: sweeping expanses of glacial plane. the odd sheep, the odd mountain pony.
this trip i was determined to go walking up there as well. but alas, alack, no joy. the whole national park thing, combined with treacherous weather, travelling alone and dependence on public transport conspired to make it impossible for me to get up there. goddamn it. it’s absolutely amazing countryside:
it’s a damn shame. but at least i got up to the village brecon itself (as pictured above). it’s a really pretty little village, though the bus times are a bit scary: last one home was 3pm, and i caught the 11am out. oh well… sundays have a more comprehensive bus (only one a day, though) that you can take up into the park itself, but the wedding (for which i’m here) is on saturday, running late into the night. so i’m not sure i’ll get into cardiff town for a 9am bus. crap. maybe i can…
and i have new hiking boots. eeeeexcellent.