MARCH 2024 · ADVENTURE
Dragon's Back and Waun Fach camp
Black Mountains, Wales
The OS map does not adequately communicate how steep the Dragon's Back is. The contours look manageable on screen. On the ground the ridge is a series of short, sharp steps that require hands in places, the kind of terrain where your pack shifts and you have to think about where you put your weight. Add thick fog and saturated ground and the whole thing takes twice as long as the profile suggests.

I was racing the light to find a camp spot. The plateau up top is broad enough but boggy — pools sitting in the heather, the ground moving slightly underfoot. I got the tent down before dark. A white tent on red-brown moorland at 800 metres, the nearest valley invisible below the cloudline.
On the ridge with no noise and no light pollution the colours felt disproportionately large.
Dragon's Back and Waun Fach — March 2024

Then the weather changed. It does that in the Black Mountains — not gradually but decisively. The rain stopped. The wind dropped. The clouds broke enough to give a sunset, and the sky went through amber and orange and teal in the space of twenty minutes. On the ridge with no noise and no light pollution the colours felt disproportionately large.


Waun Fach at 811 metres is the highest point in the Black Mountains. It does not look like a summit. The ground just levels off and stays level. At dawn the plateau was clear and the ranges to the south and west came out in blue-grey layers, each ridge a slightly lighter tone than the one in front. The Dragon's Back showed itself from above as a clean diagonal, steep on both sides, a narrow path running its spine. You can see from the aerial view why it has the name it does.

Coming down I passed a moss-covered fence post with a farm notice and a strand of wire. The sign was standard issue, nothing unusual. But in the context of everything above it — the ridge, the bog, the overnight weather — it looked like the most grounded object I'd seen in two days.





















