From the edge of the escarpment warm air was wafting up from the valley floor two hundred metres below. The green patchwork of fields were busy with tractors, farmers making the most of the fine sunny weather. I had the hill to myself, the crowds passing by this gem of a region, pulled to the nearby Brecon Beacons National park. I normally prefer my landscapes bleak and empty, getting my thrills from remoteness. However the Radnorshire hills had put a spell over me. Somehow this landscape has so far escaped the recent industrialisation of our hills. There was not a giant wind turbine in sight. Long may it remain that way.
An area I can’t wait to return to, even after the unpleasant encounter with the gamekeeper. I’ll do a couple of trip reports in the next week or so.