On Thursday afternoon, while I was otherwise engaged, DH took them to visit the wind-farm on the hills across the valley from us. Mid-Wales is home to an increasing number of wind-farms, and the rate of growth is proving to be more than a little controversial. For what it’s worth, DH and I don’t have a problem with this, but I realise it isn’t a view shared by everyone.
This particular wind-farm is one of the longest-established in the area, and when it was opened in 1993, it was the largest in
Europe. By today’s standards, however, its output is modest and it is due to be rebuilt, but the present turbines still managed to awe our two talkative grandsons into silence.
On Saturday, after we had been joined by DD and her husband, we went to visit one of my favourite local beauty-spots, in the heart of the Hafren Forest. The forest takes its name from Afon Hafren (River Severn) which rises less than a mile outside its western boundary, high on the slopes of Pumlumon, the highest mountain in Mid-Wales.
After our picnic lunch we went for a wonderful walk alongside the infant
Severn, which at this point on its journey to the sea tumbles over a series of small, rocky waterfalls, known as the Cascades.
Years ago the Forestry Commission installed a board-walk along the boggy river-bank, to enable even those with limited mobility to enjoy this extraordinarily beautiful spot, as well as waymarking a series of walks through the forest to satisfy all levels of energy and fitness.
DH and I contented ourselves with a modest stroll, and while DD and her family went off for something a little more strenuous, we walked back to the boardwalk to sit by the river and contemplate the beauty to be found so very close to home.
Once I've tidied up after the visit and gathered my thoughts, I will share more of my trip to