Usk Valley camping

One of my favourite camping spots is halfway up the Sugar Loaf side of the Usk Valley, accessible only by narrow, winding roads often blocked by sheep. We arrived about 9pm and spent the rest of the evening doing my favourite kind of relaxing – under a starry sky, cider in hand, van door open, Dire Straits playing and overlooking the streetlight-spangled valley.

The Big Four horseshoe hike

After cooked breakfast and admin (feat. both hobs and a gas burner), we drove to Blaen-y-Glyn and parked at a jaunty angle on a bank. We planned to do the Big Four horseshoe hike, an 8-mile loop which includes the summits of Fan y Big, Cribyn, Pen y Fan and Corn Du.

After an accidental detour into a forest, we set off past a waterfall and up an alarmingly long, steep hill. The path was rocky but well-kept and the view became increasingly impressive as we climbed, with the sweeping ridges stretching in long layers out to the horizon, carpeted by that hardy kind of grass that lives stubbornly on bleak, rugged hills. Eventually the ground levelled out and we followed the path around three sheer sides of a rectangular plateau which forms the easternmost edge of the four horseshoe-shaped ridges.

We walked along the curved ridge of the first horseshoe to Fan y Big (heehee) and decided to skip a photo on the diving board shaped slab of rock. People were congregating with sandwiches and elaborate camera setups, and ain’t nobody got time for queuing when post-hike pub plans have been made. I stopped to tend to a potential blister, then we descended the steep ridge to the base of the ominously steep first section of Cribyn.

We pushed on up the slope, heads down and toes jamming into the soily steps kicked into the hillside by hundreds of stubborn, stampey walkers. I hate stopping for breaks on tough, steep sections, so I ignored my protesting legs and let the pull of a promised pint power me up. The gradient eased as we followed the curve of the second horseshoe to the summit, then plummeted down as we turned towards the distinctive twin tabletop peaks of Pen y Fan and Corn Du.

The section between Cribyn and Pen y Fan is distinctly V-shaped, with a boggy bit in the middle and a long set of steps up to the summit. As expected this was swarming with people and there was a cringe-ily British queue for the 886m sign, which we pointedly ignored. The wind had got up since Cribyn and we hurried along the short, busy ridge to the cairn at the top of Corn Du, past the throng from the Storey Arms “donkey track”, and wasted no time in moving south along the long, straight ridge that runs parallel to the curved ridges of Cribyn and Fan y Big.

The long valley created by the smooth, curved sides of the two parallel ridges contains the now drained Neuadd reservoirs, walled on one side by an imposing, slate-grey gothic dam and encircled by trees. To the south, dark pine forests cover vast sections of the hillsides like creeping shadows. After a long stretch along the Graig Fan Ddu path, we bore left down the steep slope into the belly of the valley, came to the lower Neuadd reservoir, and followed the works diversion across the Taf Fechan river to the edge of Taf Fechan forest.

The path curved round along the edge of the dark treeline, which now revealed an abundant variety of evergreens, conifers, shrubs and flowers. Sheep bumbled around scrubby fields, and although pleasant (-ly flat) the last section along dirt track and road dragged a little – we were well into pub o’clock.

4hours 45mins and 8 miles later, we got back to the van, changed and rushed off to the pretty town of Brecon, where we found a spot to stay overnight. Somehow we ended up in Wetherspoons* and spent the evening quelling hunger and sobriety.

*somehow = £3.60 a pint

MTBing, Forest of Dean

It was too wet to climb on Sunday, so after a quick detour to the National Park visitor centre and a walk round the quaint village of Crickhowell, we headed to the Forest of Dean for a spin on the mountain bikes.

We managed to get lost before we even started and ended up joining the Verderer’s trail (graded blue, intermediate), a 7 mile cross country loop, a few waymarkers past the start. It was mostly well-kept singletrack, with mainly sustained uphill sections to begin with and flowing downhill runs towards the end. It wasn’t too technical, but on a downhill bit with an “adverse” camber my fairly bald front tyre slid out and sent me flying down the bank. I was more concerned for my bike than my scraped left shoulder, arm and leg, but it was fine.

I wasn’t going to mention Ryan’s achey legs but I will, purely for the fact that he was being a fanny and – once we reached the car park where we should have started – decided that he was too tired to complete the loop and ride the couple of hundred metres to where we actually started. Sorry not sorry – the map on my Garmin app has a gap in. But we agreed to come back for longer and complete it next time, along with the Freeminers trail (graded red, experienced), so he was forgiven.

Verdict: 9.5/10, great weekend (-0.5 for the incomplete bike trail)