Finally had a moment to post images from the walk up the Blorenge last weekend. No challenges here in terms of the climb, but a good walk is to be had working around the landscape overlooking Blaenafon. Really, it is the view from up here which is what makes the climb worthwhile, with great panoramic views to be had of the surrounding range. There is of course the burial of Foxhunter up here - so if you are into your horse racing heritage, there's some of that to be had on top as well.
We have now made the local mountain climbs part of a regular activity - excellent for tiring out the dogs if nothing else! The Skirrid was up this weekend, and while this is usually a pretty leisurely journey, we decided (I say decided, went the wrong way would be a better description - though saying it was a decision just looks better for all involved) to ascend the face of the Skirrid, rather than take the casual stroll up the rear slope of the mountain. This approach made everything far more interesting, challenging and downright dangerous - but that just makes things all the more memorable!
The photos attached are perhaps not what they might have been - our early morning climb did not allow for the morning fog to lift, so only limited views. Then, with warmer, sunny days on their way, we might just have to pop up there again and try for a clearer window.
We did something a little different for St. David's Day this year. In recent years, the day has either been marking by joining in with the ever growing parade that works its way through the middle of Cardiff, or, oddly, I have been in Rome. Staying much closer to home this year, and taking advantage of an impressively sunny day, the decision was made to go mountain climbing. Granted, as mountains go the Sugar Loaf is perhaps one of the less challenging options in Wales, but every mountain counts. It was also a first proper adventure for our intrepid collie Kai, who only seemed to approve of the location. To commemorate the day, I felt stereotypes needed to be lived up to, so lunch involved the consumption of a raw leek - I'm not sure there can be a more fitting way to commemorate St. David's Day, than by sitting on a mountain top eating a leek.