Getting lost in Welsh Country | Brecon Beacons National Park

It’s only been a few years since I ventured west into Wales for the first time, and each time I have visited since, I am still taken aback by its breath-taking scenery. It may be small in scale, but its beauty has no boundaries.

One of the reasons I adore visiting Wales so much is due to its never-ending surprises. There are plenty of places to escape to; you can hide out in the open air. You can stand in a field and dance like no one is watching, because they probably aren’t.  Unless you count the sheep, that is.

Gavin and I decided to take a day trip to Brecon Beacons National Park. We didn’t have a set path in mind once we arrived, or even where to begin in the first place, we just headed out in that direction. After a pit stop in the town of Brecon itself for a spot of lunch, we headed to the tourist office to peruse the map and pick a destination. Immediately, Waterfall Country pulled me in. We had to go there. There’s something very mystical about waterfalls; they have a peaceful allure that breeds childlike whimsy.

Again, we didn’t follow a map directly, but decided to follow the curves of roads in the general direction of Waterfall Country. Along the way, we came to an amazing resting stop by a lake and decided to get out and stretch our legs, taking in some fresh air and explore the area. It was so quiet. Even the noise from cars driving past only felt like a quiet murmur in the distance, like everything had automatically muted at the sight of such tranquillity. I can’t even tell you where we were at this point, but I know that the area has many more spots like this. Sometimes all it takes is getting lost.

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We headed back to the car and set off for round 3. This time, we were going waterfall chasing. Unfortunately for us and our lack of map, we did end up taking possibly the tightest two-way street I have ever come across, that involved us reversing uphill a windy road so another car could get through. Probably not the best route now I think of it, but I suppose the minor thrill of not knowing what would be around every bend was an experience of sorts. All in the name of waterfalls, TLC might have been on to something..

We eventually arrived at Waterfall Country around 4:30pm, which we realised was a little late to begin one of the long treks passing by every waterfall, so we took a detour to visit the closest, Sgwd Yr Eira. I was determined to see one that day.

We parked up and took a short walk along a country path to Sgwd Clun Gwyn. Some wooden steps lead down onto a rocky cliffside and immediately you’re hit with the sound of rushing water. It’s almost gentle, the delicate way in which the water flows off cold rock and carries on its journey into the pool below, and it’s happening right here, in front of you. You can touch it, walk behind it and feel cool wet air bounce off your skin and parade like confetti around you. This is magic.

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All I wanted more than anything was to dive into the serene water below. The Four Falls Walk is definitely on my list for next year, and I won’t be passing up the chance to go for a swim in this majestic paradise of natural beauty next time.