Water from the reservoir would have been piped for use by the residents of Abersychan and Pontypool.
A gate at the top of the hill leads to open ground labelled Common Ground by wooden signposts. Bracken, whimberry bushes and clumps of rushes fight a battle with erosion to cover the barren mountain top. Where they fail, grey boulders appear, the bones of the earth beneath.
Devil's Heap of Stones |
As we turn, the sun lies low in the sky. It reflects silver on the water trickling along the tracks.
Passing fields of luscious rain-sodden grass, we continue down the lane. Sheep graze quietly, but unwittingly we disturb the neighbourhood dogs. The valley echoes to the barking of hounds ready to tear us limb from limb, or great us with wagging tails and slathering tongues.
A small car park helps relieve this single track of traffic congestion. Its damp in this little valley so moss grows freely. A narrow stone bridge leads back to the main road and shopping.
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