Yesterday the mountains were calling us, and - thinking that everyone would be at the beach - we headed for Llyn-y-Fan-Fach. We were turned away at the usual turning to the lake, with a sign saying Carparks Full and a lady in high viz . . . We drove on to the other turning from Llandeusant church and managed to get in as people were by then leaving. The view above is one I took as we were drawing near. This is the mountain I take photos of from the top of our hill.
Walking the mile and a half up to the lake meant a climb of 800 feet. Blimey, it felt like it!!! This is the Trout Farm half way up, built during WW1.
The stream tumbles over the rocks and I took far too many wonderful photos.
The lake - not one for swimming in as it has all sorts of nasties in it including Leptosporosis. Yet there are many sites recommending this for "wild swimming". Back in my day, this was just called "swimming"! We used to camp up on Dartmoor too - now this is "wild camping" . . .
The sheep up on this steep slope look like they were stuck onto fuzzy felt!
There were lots of people who had climbed up on to the ridge.
Tam, caught unawares.
I was very relieved to be walking downhill at this point. You can just see the wee bothy in the background. The dam was built by 175 Irish Navvies who began work in 1914, and in 1916 200 Conscientious Objectors were added to the mix. Jehovah's Witnesses were amongst their number and this LINK will show you the trout farm buildings being built.
The views . . .
You can see the procession of people on the trackway.
Today? Back to work!!
