The clouds were breaking as we left and headed up the hill behind Oakdale toward Manmoel. It's a steady climb of about three miles with nothing but sheep and the wind blowing up through the valley to keep you company. Will and I have a habit now of making our trips epic in proportion... nothing short of 50 miles and always getting as far away from civilization as we can. (see: Talybont Adventure...)
|climbing up the hill...|
|a surprising find in the Usk Valley...|
John took us up to New Tredegar for our weekly history lesson where we visited the Winding Wheel museum. The hole was 1500 meters deep. The winding wheel is 24 feet in diameter. Three miles of cable connected men and coal, blue sky and a deep, dark hole n the ground. Looking at pictures. Reading about the lives. I still cannot get my head around how life must have been for these people.
|a complete loss of scale...|
|not a tinker's toy...|
|a union of steam & iron...|
Wilds of Wentwood...
John cannot be blamed for this one... we all went willingly. And it was grand. We climbed and we climbed and we climbed. It rained and we got lost and we were covered in mud. We looked far out over the River Severn to England. We stood beneath the wall of the last great castle in Wales. We rode almost 80 miles wandering around the valleys between Caerleon and Monmouth. With a sparkle in our eye, a wide grin behind our stories; we was walkin' funny for a few days thereafter.
|ponies grazing behind the castle at Raglan...|
|a slow ride along a mountain logging road...|
|and pretty girls greet us outside a village...|
a few outtakes...
|off of the paved road and into the wild...|
|John... may I see the map?|
|uh John... the map please?|
|No Graham, John will not show me the map!|
I know, I know... I'd rather climb hills.
|Graham, John, & Ivor lookin' fine.|
|Add caption: winner receives free bike helmet.|
|uh?... never mind boys.|
|a pony way off on the horizon...|
|a tribute to the ponies that worked in the mines...|