On the northeastern edge of the Brecon Beacons, we hiked the steep ascent to the summit of Table Mountain.
There were remnants of an ancient Celtic stronghold here in the form of ditches and ruined stone defences, which a sheep was using as a windshield while it grazed.
To the west was the industrial valleys of South Wales and the Usk Valley that rose into the central Brecon Beacons in the distance. Behind us loomed the rest of the Black Mountain range, a hike for another day, as our focus now turned to the town of Crickhowell, which lay before us. Down there was bound to be a pub with a few cold pints to refresh a couple of thirsty travellers.
• you gotta admit, this place is rather sexy! Who agrees with me!? Anyone?
I'm definitely keen to get to the mountains on a more regular basis but my up-coming week off has become filled with city breaks. I'm not complaining though - being able to see friends who I don't see on the regs / drink great coffee / getting inspiration from being in motion - that's something I'm really looking forward to! Hurry up, weekend! •