Wild Camping in the Brecon Beacons - Under a cold clear sky
My train collided with a herd of cows which forced me to catch the later
bus to Crickhowel too. I set foot at the beginning of my route at a far
later time than I had anticipated. My wild camping in the Brecon Beacons
would have to wait, at least until I got up onto the hills! The
transition from woodland to upland is always dramatic and this trip was
no exception. The views continued up to Table Mountain then onwards to
the rest of the ridge way heading towards Pen Allt-Maw. The setting sun
was perfect but marked the approaching difficulty of my now inevitable
night walking phase. I had planned to make my campsite (a further 15km
away) by sunset; this was of course completely out of the question;
however I carried on, another 7km into the night.
The hills were eerily lit by the moon
and my head torch, a light mist surrounded the highest peaks. Everything
around me on the hills was a shade of grey and black. The wind picked up
and died down almost in constant measure. I looked at my map, it was a
very long way to go and in front of me was only more exposure. With only
a bivi bag I felt I should find lower ground so I decided to turn back.
Wild camping in the Brecon Beacons is always fun and sometimes a bit
Bivi on a Mountain
With all that behind me I unpacked my gear in a lovely out-of-the-way
spot by a quiet bubbling stream with trees on one side and a bank of
thick grass on the other offering protection. I cooked up some dinner
with half of me in my sleeping bag trying to warm it up. I remembered
for a long time this night wild camping in the Brecon Beacons.
The night itself was a very cold one with the moon staring at me for
most of it. Seeing water crystallise on your bivi bag is never a
pleasant sight. It was a restless sleep and I lost sensation in my
feet for most of it. The morning sun which would send those warm rays
to melt the ice, I felt could not come soon enough. Once it was up I
placed everything facing the warmth and quick enough everything was
dry once again. My two days off seemed to go past so quickly and the
night was spent shivering and numb but I felt blue about heading back
to the city.
I packed up my gear and headed back down towards the start of the
This would have to be a mere taste of this route, I will return soon
to complete it. Something that I really cannot wait to do as wild
camping in the Brecon Beacons is always easy to reach.
Next trip, Exmoor in two days time...