BAM February 2018 Llanarmon D.C.
Started at Llandrillo and headed up the Wayfarer.
A couple of cups of coffee at the Hand in Lanfair D.C. and warm some life back in to cold wet toes,
before climbing out to bivvy in some woods I'd noted in an earlier ride.
An ideal hammocking spot except there's no water in the immediate vicinity.
I'd set up camp and eaten by 8 o'clock and was going to read a bit from my phone, but said phone was flat so nowt for it but to snuggle down and go to sleep. But it's only 8 o'clock, and I'm not sleepy. And the owls are having a concert. And the bloody pheasants are crashing about in the trees making that god-awful alarm call every few minutes.
Before retiring I'd heated up most of my water for a hot-water (platypus) bottle, thinking I could warm up my frozen feet, and have pre-warmed water for breakfast and a cuppa. It would have worked, in the morning it was at body heat, but I didn't take enough care balancing pan on stove and the lot went into the pine needles. I had enough (cold) water left to make my porridge and half a cup of tea.
As I was packing up I found out why there were so many pheasants. My camp was next to where the gamekeeper had his feeding station. He came whistling by on his quad bike with a bag of feed on the back. When I say "whistling", I mean he was
actually whistling, calling the birds which were following him in hundreds.
Onward then, to LLanrheadr-ym-Mochnant then up to Pistyll Rheadr to look at the rheadr

This was a departure from my planned route which would have been on the other side of the valley. After lunch in the cafe (home made steak pie, chips and veg) I climbed up the path

to look at the falls from the top. It's a lot steeper than it looks in the photo. From the top there seemed to be a good path heading across to join where I had originally intended to go. Inevitably, the path disappeared and I was left with a wet-foot river crossing followed by a horrible steep tussocky mossy HAB before finding rideable track.
I found a mine adit above Llangynog and crawled in to see, but it was only 50-ish yards along.
A bit further down there's this ideal bivvy spot for those that like sleeping on the ground
Sheltered on four sides, flat, dry and free from sheep poo. You couldn't ask for more.
It'll soon be March

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