This was the walks highest point at 1567ft, quite how they got these things up here is beyond me. In the comments section of this post are a number of things i wrote whilst out of signal range. Things i would have blogged if i could....
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Dylan Thomas once said that the welsh language had the rare capacity to evoke so profoundly the landscape that gave rise to it. if he means to say the language is brutal, hard work and tenacious in its capacity to seep through the seams of ones clothing i wholeheartedly agree with him.
A sigh of relief! An exclamation of joy! A forest by god, trees to shelter under, with nothing between me and it but this god forsaken bog, how on earth did they get these pylons here anyway.... one can only presume they did it when it wasn't raining.
Never have i been more relieved to get under the eaves of a pine forest. Never have i been so let down. its fucking soaking under here. this is where i was hoping to camp and its so wet the trees have quite happily adapted to their hydroponic existence. it would be very soft to sleep on though, but fuck, this is rediculous, the whole forests one big river.
sitting on a plastic sheet eating a flapjack i peel off my soaking wet "waterproof" my soaking fleece, that was underneath my "waterproof" and start shivering. i put on a woolly jumper that i bought in a charity shop years ago, who else does this sort of thing with 5yr old charity shop garments i ask you? should i put some dry socks on?
I've been trying for a good 45 minutes now to get acroos this raging torrent that is barely acknowledged on my map, I've been downstream, upstream halfway across and back again... Theres also an eerie disused building on the hilltop black as night, and my overactive imagination has already envisaged my grim demise from an unknown attacker who lives out here, eating only raw sheep meat waiting for ramblers... god if only i could get across this river, even the sheep are mocking my ineptitude.
( a long while after - there was a large period where i think i stopped thinking entirely about anything other than my own survival )
I am now hiding in a phone box with a spider desperately trying to remember a useful phone number that isnt 999 but so used am i to scrolling through my digital phone book (at this point my mobile phone is refusing to do anything practical) that i can scarcely remember the last time i dialed a number let alone remember an actual number.
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