OCTOBER 2022 · ADVENTURE
Black Mountains: Grwyne Fawr Bothy
Grwyne Fawr, Black Mountains, Wales
Second time in this valley. The bothy was occupied — a group of young lads had it, plus one wild camper who'd come off the hill and needed shelter. The sensible option. I was on the cliff above the bothy, tent pitched in the trees at the edge of the drop down to the reservoir, yellow flysheet lit from inside against the dusk.

The wind that night was exceptional. Not a steady wind — variable, gusting, the trees moving in a way that made counting tree limbs a reasonable thing to find yourself doing. Branches creak differently under real stress. The horses that graze the upper valley were audible periodically, which is a sound that doesn't fully register as normal at 2am in what feels like a gale. Nothing came down on the tent. This felt like luck rather than judgement.
Branches creak differently under real stress.
Grwyne Fawr Bothy — October 2022

The morning was completely different. The Grwyne Fawr valley in October morning light: the hills turned rust and brown, the reservoir filling the valley head, the dam crossing it with its walkway and railing. A person walks across the dam toward the waterworks building on the far side. The autumn colour from this height is the kind that rewards having stayed.

The valley's detail holds the eye. Orange mushrooms on a moss-covered bank — a cluster of them, cap edges touching, bright against the green. Lichen-covered fence posts running in a line across the hillside. Buttercups, bright yellow, in the grass beside the reservoir — surprising colour in late October. The hills above the dam hold sheep. The sheep move slowly up the slope, unconcerned.


The dam wall: stone, a railing, the water behind it. The waterworks architecture is functional and old enough to have acquired presence.
Aerial view of the valley on the way out: the red-brown hills, the winding stream, the full scale of how far in you've come.
