Well, if the weather is going to be Siberian over Easter, at least at breakfast time we can look out of the window at the wonderful views of the Black Mountains. And of course, this tells us that it’s time for us to head up onto the peaks!
So with the temperate rising to a toasty-warm 3 degrees celsius around the farm, we set out for a wander – fully kitted out for winter walking. And we needed to be!
On top of the Black Mountains the snow is many feet feet deep. The bitter Siberian winds have polished the east-facing slopes into glittering ice sculptures, creating the illusion that you are on the edge of a glacier. Indeed if we hadn’t just set out from Little Trewern, we would have been convinced that we were in the French Alps where we love to go winter snow-shoeing and ice climbing.
So abandoning the Darrens and Offa’s Dyke path to the snow drifts, we swung round towards the Black Hill (or Crib Garth) in the knowledge that the winds would have blasted the snow off the narrow ridge, thus making it accessible.
Up on the ridge the temperature was well below zero and the cross-winds were more than bracing.
But the views were absolutely wonderful!