A friendly day with visitors contemplating views from my horse’s home on the side of the Garth over a misty Cardiff, enjoying a long pub lunch, and walking back through Pontypridd and Trefforest until the paths were too dark and muddy to negotiate without a torch.
My visitors remarked on the many horses aroundthe Garth, and thought it odd that there are no bridleways at all. Hm, yes. Oh well – off to Pontypridd for lunch.
The woodburning stove in the Bunch of Grapes kept us toasty, and the food was great as usual, accompanied by the Otley ales, and we stayed till after four. And the only picture is of us in the mirror of their loos, off a phone. Very good facilities.
The post-lunch walk got shortened: we stomped to and fro over the elegant Ponty Bridge (or William Edwards bridge), back to Ynysangharad Park and out the other side onto the track under the road and along the side of the river. We crossed at the 19th century Aberdare Iron footbridge, through Trefforest and past The Bute (awaiting news about its status as a green).
We left the path past the old tin works: advised by young people that it was too dark to try the Devil’s Bridge and steps, or even the lower path to the bottom of Power Station Hill.