I survived our walking holiday in Wales. Aching all over but not worse for wear. We walked almost 70k all in all up and down mountains and under blazing sun through fields with sheep and cows. It was lovely. We were in the Hay valley and walked the Black Mountains. Got to see Llanthony Priory and enjoy the food of Pandy. Pretty epic weekend.
First place we stayed, the Stables in Hay on Wye. These 4 sweet oldies shared breakfast with us and gave us a few tips and tricks to survive our surroundings.
The start of our first day 22k walk. Used as I am to London walking I though 22k would be an at most 4 hour walk. I was wrong. Apparently its slightly different when you are walking up and down mountains.
Oliver was prepared as always. Ready with compass to make sense of the map. Good thing since it was well needed.
At least i had prepared by buying practical hiking shoes. Too bad they were a bit small when my feet started bloating in the heat and after 2 hours they were pinching my toes like f**k. But who am i to complain (dont ask Ol about that)
Here on our way to the big ascend up Hay’s Bluff. Might not looks so mighty here but it was a proper clambering up the mountain.
Needed an ice cream to give us some mountain climbing energy.
We did it! I was pretty impressed with my (very unfit) self.
On the walking description it just said ‘walk along the mountain top for 10k’. So we did.
The views were amazing. Like a Lilliput land. Or the Shire. I felt a bit like the Lord of the Rings, especially since it was called the Black Mountain. No orchs though. But mini, mostly wild, ponies kept grazing the grass.
Our goal. The Llhantony Priory.
Pretty cool. Even more fantasy feeling.
After 6 hours we were all pretty knackered. Especially my little hound. I think he hated us there for a bit.
Day 2. We slept like babies after the biggest dinner of chips, sausage and cottage pie. And local cider of course.
The sun was blazing down and we had a valley day in front of us. Poor Woolly is trying to pretend he doesnt exist in the hope that all of this would just go away. It didnt.
More views, more dreaming of saving the world like a hobbit. Even more dreaming I had hobbit feet since they seem so sturdy and impossible to destroy. Not like mine.
Taking a break in the sun. Needed. It was hot this day and I started wilting toward the end of the day.
But we made it and ended up at White Hayward Farm. A proper farm and we were staying smack middle in it.
The food in the restaurant was from their own animals. Yes, you see me eating one of the moo’s. Very tasty.
Oliver opted for Black pudding. Probably made of the blood from my Moo.
Wool was so over the whole thing. Dreaming of London Im sure. Whats up with these crazy humans.
Day 3 we started by climbing a very windy hill. Wool thought things couldnt get any worse. They did. His hair got all ruffled and he had to be on the lead for the risk of him taking off after some sheep’s down the mountain side
Another day of epic views.
Very windy! For second there I thought id just fall over and tumble down the side. But I survived. Good huh.
Walking along a very skinny ridge you definitely felt like king of the world.
Last picture. Flowers and sunny. The easy side of the whole thing. Only 5 hours travel time and we were home. Wool dive bombed the sofa and we ordered home delivery. Thank you Wales, it was lovely but im all done now.
If anyone is looking for something similar we used Drover Holidays. They had fixed everything beautifully and took care of all the logistics for us. The only thing we needed to do was show up and walk.