An Ideal Sunday: – Llyn reservoir

 

 

Some childhood habits of Sundays past remain. The afternoon walks are accompanied by my dog Spotty as Mum and Grandma are no longer with me. But it was through them that Sundays became a special day for me. Sunday roast dinner; the afternoon walk followed by afternoon tea.

After Sunday dinner of roast beef and rice pudding Spotty and I prepared for the afternoon walk. We would go somewhere in the car.

I decided on a walk not done before and when attending an afternoon class in Swansea I travelled the M4 and was intrigued by the sign post pointing to ‘Llyn reservoirs’. 

Over the years people had talked of this place where they went fishing or to walk and visit the café’.  Today I would find this place. Putting Spotty’s lead on I opened the boot of the car and she jumped in eagerly.

The autumn afternoon, tempted one to get outside and enjoy what was on offer. After so much torrential rain over the past few days it was dry with bursts of sunshine in-between the clouds.

Joining the M4 the car sped west.  Turning off at junction 46 the route took us along the narrow twisty road to our destination.

In the large car-park was the building that housed the toilets and tearooms. So at the end of the walk one could use these facilities

Locking the car Spotty and I embarked on our new walk.

We chose the left path. It was built on the wall that divided the dam and a steep grassed slope.  At the end the choice was either left or right.  We took the right. The path beside the dam had mud patches but we were undeterred. I had my walking boots on and delighted in squelching in the mud.

A young lady came towards us, carrying a camera and enjoying that rare moment of dry weather. She stopped to pass the time of day and informed us that at the top end were steps we could climb.  It would bring us out on to the cycle path.  Follow the road left and we would arrive at the top reservoir. It was 4 miles on and not to be missed.  I checked my watch calculating there would be time before darkness descended and be unable to continue to admire natures’ glory in daylight.

Along the way, bordering the path the gorse bushes bore their striking yellow flowers that sparkled in the sunlight.  Many of the trees had shed their leaves. Their autumn colours had fallen to cover the path and on the side the green grass was hardly visible.

Up on the hillside, the grazing sheep mingled midst the brown bracken. Reaching the top another larger reservoir came into sight.  As time was against us we could not linger for very long before descending back down and re-tracing our steps back to the car.

An enjoyable trip and the decision made to visit again but giving us more time.

© miss mary

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About marystreasurechest

Life provided me a long variety of experiences in skills, careers and hobbies. Countryside, nature, gardening, reading, cooking, knitting, cross-stitch. Originally from Reading/Newbury areas, now reside in S. Wales. Writing stories, telling tales of everyday life . Take a peep in my 'treasure chest' and enjoy your read. All work on this site is copyright of the owner
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