It sure has been wild, wet and windy in Wales over the New Year. But there’s one thing this sort of weather is great for: waterfalls. So, with my sister and brother-in-law visiting, we went over to Pistyll Rhaeadr, Wales’s highest waterfall, for a look.
We weren’t disappointed. It was a stunning sight, awesome in its noise and power. Standing on the bridge at the bottom of the fall, we got soaked in spray – photography was not the easiest thing – and when we scrambled up the path at the side, and reached the point where the spray was blowing into the trees, it was like taking a shower inside a washing machine!
Then yesterday, we went to the Dyfi Forest, to Foel Friog, on the edge of the village of Aberllefenni, near Corris. There was no huge, dramatic waterfall here, but there were plenty of tumbling steps and mini falls, and lots of views of bracken-covered hills with their heads in the clouds.
There were also lots of fascinating old slate fences – this was a
slate-mining area, the forest only being planted after the mines had closed. So, I guess slate was the easiest, cheapest fencing material to come by…
We then had the debate about whether this is a fence, or a wall. I think fence – because it’s not a solid structure; Graham thinks wall – because it’s made of stone… Anybody know which is right?
We’d had a relatively dry walk through the forest, but when we got out on to the road for the return leg, it started really hoiking it down, and by the time we got back to the car we were pretty drenched. Even Bertie looked fed up.
So, we nipped up the road to the Slater’s Arms in Corris, for a pint of Welsh-brewed Celt Experience ale, and a warm-up by the fire. It was wet, but it was worth it.