Wandering off – Curse of the Black Mountains

As I set out from Pendy to undertake my third day and trail by fire the heart had sunk. Hurting from my initial trekking the muscle memory I was so eager to awaken was still dorment. So as I approached the foothills of the Black Mountains forboding loomed like the hills that stood before me. …

Wandering off – Chepstow and wine

It has been a very successful mission today. My wonderful mother drove us both all the way from Lancaster (4 hours). It was a fair journey and after little persuasion she decided to stay the night. Needless to say this meant good sight seeing, better cider and plenty of chardonnay. What better start to a …