Just to show that there were some high points on the walk, despite it all, here is a view of a wonderful bank of gorse and heather, which we came across when fording a stream. The photo doesn’t do it justice, it was glowing like a wet paint box in all the gloom.
I also saw a family of ravens who were riding the wind currents off the slopes of Cerrog Duon as we were climbing (and crawling) our way up. That was such a treat and really kept me going, although we never really seemed to get very close to them. Later on Gwen pointed out five red grouse which had so far escaped the guns. There were also skylarks but unfortunately the wild weather meant I couldn’t hear their song – if indeed they were singing in all that rain and wind. There is nothing more uplifting than lying on a moor listening to skylarks, it is one of my favourite memories.
I came across this huge hairy caterpillar which was sat on the grass and heather by the side of the path. When he grows up he is going to be a fox moth. It’s funny how the moths always seem to have the most interesting, large caterpillars but the most modest adult colouring. There were also hundreds of yellow/green and black caterpillars on the bracken which kept getting knocked off as we passed, ending up curled into balls on the floor, I also found a few who hadslipped down into my rucksack, poor things. Lucky I spotted them.
I also had pointed out to me these little beauties. Of course I had heard of magic mushrooms, but had never been given a lesson in identifying them by an expert before! Needless to say I didn’t succumb to collecting any!
The moisture in that picture just about sums up how wet everything was!
Picture of the adult moth from martinsmoths blog