Brecon Beacons from Libanus

Pen y Fan from CornDu;

Pen y Fan & the Boy

Now the Boy has finished his gap year as a lab assistant in a Welshfactory, we did the slog up the awful crumbling pyramid of Pen y Fan, the 2900 foot summit of the Brecon Beacons.

Walked up from the Storey Arms layby, a slog to the top, down sort of by Corn Du. Very crowded on the way up, lots of people walking up, quiter on the way down, much less popular route. The Beacons are made of soft sandstone, erodeding like buggery. They didnt feel like mountains, more like sthe South Downs, a sort of gentle hill that just happened to be forced upwards by the Hercinian thrusts, a sort of accidental range of hills, that were surprised to find themselves so high and are making recompense by washing themselves away, no doubt this will be blamed on global warming.

Its the Promenade Season ! As I'm in Southall next week may well book an evening at Albert hall, probably.

Bollocks to everything.
2 of my customers are in trouble, is this the end of the last dregs of the drips that fell off the gravy train of the last few years ? Maybe being penniless might help the Boy get through University, as our lovely Government favour the penniless and dumb and his student loan won't be such a burden to him in years to come.