I parked up in a lay-by just above the forest where the strangely named ‘Worlds End’ (the head of the Eglwyseg valley) lies before making my way up a path to the tops. Just below is the Manor House Plas Uchaf yn Eglwyseg, a timber framed manor house which bears the date of 1563, though legend has it, it once belonged to Owain ap Cadwgan, a prince of Powys and that it was place to which Owain took Nest ferch Rhys, after her abduction.
After stopping for a short rest and to watch paragliders in the distance, I headed back over the heathland to rejoin the path, passing the location of more cairns and standing stones. The weather was still glorious, with the sun shining warmly and I was alone except the company of the wildlife and the energy of distant times
I walked in the early evening with the sun still emitting its warmth and turning the rock face golden as it hung low in the sky. I watched as kestrels hunted over the vibrantly coloured moorland, and buzzards being harassed by crows as they soared above the woodland at Worlds End.
By the time I had arrived back at Craig Arthur the sun had begun to set, creating a beautiful array of colour that lit up the edges of the clouds surrounding the peak of Moel Y Gamelin and the Llantysilio Mountain.
Though I could not make out what they were saying I could hear what sounded like two people talking. As I looked around I couldn’t see anyone about and suddenly was quite spooked by the thought of ghosts of farmers from the Bronze Age, or giants from welsh mythology.
As I picked up pace I was soon realised that the voices were not of spectres, but actually belonged to rock climbers who were climbing on Craig y Forwyn nestled in the woodland!
To say I was relieved would be an understatement!