It has been a good weather for walking, bright and sunny though with most of our walk at around 1,000 ft there was a distinct chill to the wind.
After meeting up in the lay by at Nant yr Arian we combined into two cars and crossing over the main road drove up into the high country on the ridge above Cwm Rheidol. Our walk took us around several small lakes/pools which had been made to provide power for the lead mines. A comprehensive history of the mines can be read here from their beginnings in 1698 until their closure in 1970.
This was the first lake we walked around, Llyn-yr-oerfa (the cold lake). A lot of our walk was on the road (below) but at times we would divert up onto the rough ground above the scattered farmhouses.
The farms are spread out around around Ystumtuen, which we didn't get to, and apart from those that were obviously Air B&B places all had a number of ponies and assorted other animals. Although high up and appearing remote you can get to Aberystwyth in 20 minutes so I guess you could call it commuter country.
The next un-named body of water was at the highest point of our walk.
Just behind the bank on the left of the photo above we found a sheltered spot behind a wall to eat our lunch and enjoy the far reaching views. Those are my boots (below) and in front of us was a sheep trough made from three sections of road barrier bolted together.
We passed by another small lake, Tan y Graig (under the rock) before taking a circular route which eventually brought us to the start of our walk.
Back home I painted a second coat of teak oil on the wood of the garden chairs having given them their first coat before I left for the walk. Speedy's name stone also got two coats of varnish.
When I got my stuff out of the car at home I noticed an unpleasant pile of entrails on the ground by the garage door. As I looked around wondering who the unfortunate victim was I saw that there was lots of grey fluff by a half empty builders' bag. On closer examination I realised that with the fluff was some fur and a rabbit's paw. Yuck! Goodness knows where the rest of the rabbit went. That's a clean up job for tomorrow.
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You are so lucky to live in Wales with all that walking countryside. Thar lane reminded me of holidays on a Welsh farm my brother and I were sent to. We had to go up the mountain to visit a farming family and as we bumped up the trackway and came to a corner, the farmer came galloping down, pulling up his pony as we met him in the car.
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