Blorenge, Breacon Beacon National Park pathfinder 1086 (SO 21/31) reference SO 285 109. I started my walk at 10 am the rain had stopped, clouds were being pushed away by the blue sky. I am walking alone and taking the word time with me and its true meaning, first i am amazed at the view before me. In the distance is the Sugar Loaf.
The path I walk is stone and moss but turns to a peat bog. I like peat bogs I love the smell too. I stand awhile and feel the wind on my face and hear its song as the wind sings to me.
Time is irrelevant to me it is more important to be in the now, especially when your thoughts are filled with fear and voices endlessly chatting in your head. I empty my mind of all that is there and survey my surroundings. I am the only soul I can see for miles.
I caught myself as well as the stunning view. I decided not to go down to the canal which is cut into the mountain I stayed on top and did a circular walk. My path became lush green I take my boots of and walk bare foot.
Time, how many of us live in time past, yet never learn from the past, the past is there to learn from not to live in. Why do we rush to the future instead of living in the here and now. When did you last stand still and feel natures breath and her tears, watch a rainbow disappear, feel joy in a sunrise, striking up a conversation with someone you never met before. Where you both leave the conversation with a smile, not a yellow sticker, a real smile. Continuing my circular, the colours of the foliage of this deep valley where the sun sat took my breath away.
I see the Trig point it is white like the trig point on the Sugar Loaf. I place my hand on top feel the metal beneath my fingers,touching history and its long distance measurements for map making. It is warm now I have taken off my waterproof coat, eat an banana I watch a sparrow hawk swoop for its food then a bee comes buzzing past, yes a bee I laugh nature is wonderful and timeless.
Blorenge is steeped in history, transport history, railway tracks follow the contours of the Blorenge and a Canal cuts through the mountain it use to pass through a tunnel to Blaenavon Pit, Blaenavon Pit known as the Big pit is now a museum.