Saturday, 10 March 2012
Mine in the Mist
We had intended to have a mooch around Diffwys after work, but when we got up there the visibility was less than ten feet. Typical Blaenau weather, because it was fine a couple of miles down the valley where we live. Undaunted, we changed course for Rhyd. Climbing up to the Bwlch the mist set in again, but nowhere near as thick, so we headed off into the greyness. The eagle-eyed will be muttering “It’s Coed Cae Fali again…” and it is, but with a misty twist. This end of the woods is the home of Bwlch-y-Plwm and Catherine and Jane, but tonight we wanted to take some shots of the old farmhouse which predated the consols mine. It’s called Pant-yr-Allt and is a very picturesque ruin, with the remains of a chaff-cutting machine inside.
We strolled down into Cae Fali and looked at the mine we’d seen the day before, very different now in the mist and failing light. Petra spotted an odd rock by the adit, what seemed to be a breccia….very unusual in this specific locality, unless it had been dragged up from underground. Of course, we kept making gimlet glances to left and right for signs of our eldorado mine, Cae Fali, but knew no great discoveries would be made tonight. No matter, the air was incredibly still and the birdsong echoed magically through the trees. I know I use that word too much in connection with these woods, but they are enchanted. We’ve wandered here so often now it feels like our back garden, and neither of us tires of the place.
With the light failing we headed back to the village and the waiting car. As we walked along the track through the trees, two shadowy figures came towards us- another couple. The man laughed and said “I really thought we would be the only ones crazy enough to be out in this weather!” ‘Nuff said.