As we entered Llandovery, and saw at least one B&B with a
vacancy, we were confident we would find a room. At the local tourist
information station, the bloke told us there were NO ROOMS.
It's the last UK bank holiday in the summer. Back to the B&B
with vacancy, were dismayed when the B&B lady said, "Oh, I
forgot to take the sign out of the window." But, she was then
committed to finding us a place. Four phone calls later, we were
booked in the upstairs of the pub below. |
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But after crossing this bridge, we really started to climb. Those little red berries were just to the right of the
tunnel (picture right), are rowen berries. Thanks for the information,
Kay. |
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Branded sheep all over. |
At the top, the view was so impressive, a single picture will not
suffice. Please click on Panorama to
see a four picture stitch which was done automatically with my Nikon
software. Use the scroll bar below to get the whole view, and then
return. |
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We decided to take a "short cut" home. Look back at the
map and see that yellow marked road going to the right on those
tiny, unmarked "roads". We went through Twynillanan,
Llanddeusant, Myddfai and back to our pub. |
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We walked to that hotel in the distance to have dinner. In the
afternoon while checking their menu, we took this picture
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We told the publican that it was too early (4:30 P.M.) to quit for
the day and would he recommend a nice Black Mountain drive. Then we
would check in. He suggested the route pictured in the map to the
left and highlighted yellow. If we followed the red road (A4069) it
would take us to a very nice mountain view. We followed his advice
and our pictures are below. |
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The route pretty well followed the creek to the left. |
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Expansive views of fields of all colors. |
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They were largely single track roads, and once when two sheep got
between us a car ahead and giant hedgerows, we followed them for
miles. The only way to know which way to go was to see road signs
directing you to a town. Elaine navigated superbly and we were back
to our pub before dusk. |
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and I scratched the bumper of our rented Fiat on a stone
wall. |
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