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To walk on a mountain

Is poetry, not straitened by

Man’s vanity


To feel the fresh breeze

Blow is heaven, not frozen by

Terror’s chains


To taste the raindrops

Cleansing the tongue is lush

A lover’s embrace


To see wild grandeur

Stunning the mind in wonder

Nature’s film flows


To laugh with the sun

Raised on hope’s vast balloon

While earth’s songs trill


To dance on this land

Becalmed by beauty

Your love, my spur.





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December Walk

Brecon and Monmouthshire Canal in Winter


Stepping soft on the snow-strewn path,

Earth’s song stunned, by the wintry drum

Save for branches that heave and hum.

Awed I stand, whittled by the blast


That shivers and shrieks to the core.

Frosted grace slides into place,

Until sun’s bounty shows her face

Nursing the world, weathered and raw.


How kind the elements couple,

Meeting of minds singing in sync;

Frost and heat, siblings on a link

Melting tune that is so supple.

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A torrent

So sweet



Quick feet

In a


So bright



Without fight

Into a pool

Of hope

Where the soft luminous light

Unpicks the shrouded sight

And cleansing streams excite


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Some Notes on Pen-y-Fan


When the body is jaded, terrorised and assailed by the travails of life, just to look at you lifts the spirits. You are a restorer and enthraller, forever alive, yielding much yet concealing of your unending power. Like a stately seneschal, you stand tall. Observing your splendour throughout the seasons, scaling your slopes at various times in my life, I remain bewitched by your presence. You have as many personalities as there are moods in the weather; this is the spell you radiate. Yet you can be brutal; this too, I love. The seismic thrill of nature’s roar, a reminder of man’s paltry insignificance in the wider scheme of things.

Even in the worst of conditions you still give of yourself. How can I ever forget embracing your plateau in a raging tempest, knocked horizontal by the squalling rain, clutching a fistful of earth as a sign of reassurance. The elemental tremors far from being fear-inducing were wildly exciting, a reminder of the forces you have embraced and unleashed for millennia. Shaped and moulded, forever breathing, you are a living being that transcends man’s crudities and vanities. The folly of mankind is no match for the beacon of magnificence you transmit.

Therefore, the least that I can do is sing your praises. You who has given so much. You, who has inspired me with thoughts, such as these, and upon whom I have entertained a myriad of meditations on many subjects. A quickening presence, yet also a peak of peace, where swirling thoughts can be marshalled and brought to some kind of order. But not too regimented, for in chaos there is a latent beauty. Pen-y-fan, I salute you. For your glory and grandeur, your power and pulchritude, your mystery and mysticism, your constancy and certitude.  To pay heed to the timelessness of your beauty is my ardent duty.

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A Book For All Seasons

If you love the Brecon Beacons, Brecon Beacons by Adam Burton is a must buy. If you have never visited, I would still argue that this is an essential read and even if you never have any intention of visiting one of the most spectacular national parks in Great Britain, I would urge you to dip into this marvel of a book. The photos are simply glorious, capturing the perennial beauty of the Brecon Beacons in a variety of moods and settings. Your senses will be whetted and having devoured the stunning photographs, you will champing at the bit to head to the Beacons and taste its magic for yourself.

Photography like this makes you want to dive into the pictures and become a part of the scene. Whether it is capturing a verdant spring scene, a shimmering summer morning, an autumnal vista or a winter wonderland, Burton’s pictures evoke the magnificent beauty of the landscape with profound affection and striking clarity. The National Park encompasses 520 square miles of wild, rugged, serene and earthy grandeur. Good photography is all about the perfect blend of lighting, composition and being in the right place at the right time. Burton’s photography is sumptuous.

This is a book that captures the ever-changing moods of this most spectacular of landscapes with great love and fidelity. You will marvel at the magical moorlands, the astonishing vistas, the towering mountains, the secluded valleys, the mystical waterfalls, the mythical lakes, the sparkling rivers and the man-made dramas etched on the landscape. Burton’s photography dazzles the senses and captivates the mind. I defy you to read this and not to feel the urge to head out to the hills and embrace the joy of walking. Or, to quote Michel de Montaigne, who always has a thing or two to say about how to live, “one should always have one’s boots on, and be ready to leave.”



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An Adjectival Tribute to the Brecon Beacons

Majestic, magnificent, magical, mellifluous, mysterious, mystical, resplendent, refulgent, amazing, austere, beautiful, bodacious, delightful, exquisite, fantastic, fabulous, eerie, elusive, considerate, luminous, sumptuous, terrific, tempestuous, serene, bounteous, generous, plentiful, friendly, unique, glowing, stellar, verdant, lush, inspiring, compelling, irresistible, awesome, picturesque, scenic, vivid, exuberant, green, azure, metallic, stormy, silent, thunderous, pluvial, placid, peaceful, pleasing, pleasant, delectable, exciting, stimulating, healthy, salubrious, natural, unspoilt, fresh, sensational, thrilling, enchanting, charming, fascinating, soothing, calming, everlasting, eternal, undying, timeless, mythical, legendary, expansive, spacious, vast, radiant, sparkling, brilliant, alluring, gorgeous, wild, wonderful, animated, wholesome, august, sublime, earthy, mountainous, immense, aquatic, cleansing, invigorating, energising, spiritual, uplifting, blissful, joyous, heavenly, divine, impregnable, striking, impressive, glorious, unaffected, exhilarating, astonishing, breath-taking.

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My Heart Will Remain in Brecon

My heart will remain in Brecon;

its friendly air and kindly folk

are like certainties that beckon,

balms to nomads in need of hope.


Life flows calm in this gentle town;

jumping with joy over the jazz,

a summer delight rich with sounds,

streets alive to the razzmatazz.


People flock to let their souls sing;

charm, laughter, views – you can reckon,

climbing Pen-y-fan, clear as spring

my heart will remain in Brecon.

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