Driving along this welsh mountain road from Pantygasseg to Castle Wood and the British, there might appear to be very little to see, but leave the car and things become interesting.
The amount of space around you is immediately evident. The sky comes down almost to your ankles. A strange phenomenon for someone living a valley existence.
The slightest depression in the grass, unusually for July, oozes and squelches under foot. Tufts of reeds reveal bogs and marshes which require sturdy footwear and great care.
An inviting grass bank tempts me to sit and enjoy the wonderful view, but unfortunately, waterproofs would be needed today. A lone mushroom stands out brilliant white against the green. It would be interesting to see if its spores create a fairy ring in the future. Not if this huge black slug eats it first.
Through a row of grizzled hawthorn trees a town appears in miniature. Abertillery, nestles amongst the hills as though deposited by some glacier as it passed through. Its steep hills and narrow streets appearing almost flat from this distance.
On the open moorland a concrete path takes us off the main roadway. Shamefully, people have taken advantage of its isolation to leave their unwanted junk and rubbish to spoil the enjoyment of others, (including the obligatory mattress.) I wonder if the people who slept on it realised where it would end up?
Returning to the car the road drops down towards the British, providing a view of Trevethin in the distance. The British, with its flat open space, coal & iron waste and derelict buildings, is now, apparently, the largest brownfield site in Torfaen. Recent press articles suggest development could be arriving soon.
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