After a delicious local cider ("Made with Black Mountains Yeast") and two hours collapsed in the parasol shade of a lovely yet strangely quiet pub back garden I am back on the moors. Only this time I am out of the Black Mountains and into the Brecon Beacons proper ("Cefn Moel" apparently). It's my final evening and I am supremely confident that I will find a lovely campsite and have a great evening.

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