This weekend we went on a mini adventure. You might almost be fooled into thinking we were somewhere jungly, exotic and exciting, not just the Welsh Valleys. Despite fairly epic collective hangover as a result of the 'Birthday Olympics' (soon to be making an appearance) it was a wonderful walk with wonderful friends. I actually felt quite romantic about how perfect life could be, until the boys spent an hour climbing trees then the rest of the walk complaining about the mud/moss on their jeans.
The walk follows the river through a valley and uncovers four waterfalls, the final one you can actually walk behind (although I do not have photographic evidence to prove this as it really is quite wet back there). Everyone in Britain should make the pilgrimage to the Brecon Beacons.
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