Between Tredegar and Ebbw Vale |
New Tredegar |
As children (long before current news stories,) we'd play up the mountain. Some would be gone all day with a bottle of water and a couple of jam sandwiches. After rolling down through the ferns, building dens, playing cowboys or Kings & Queens, crubby, sleepy children would return home ready for bed. Life, these days, has unfortunately a few more restrictions.
Teenagers often arranged to meet up the mountain. Perhaps for the odd under-age tipple, or to meet a young man disapproved of by the family. Up the mountain they would be out of sight of prying eyes and have a little privacy.
View from Aneurin Bevan Monument above Tredegar |
Families on school holidays still go up the mountain. With a picnic and walking gear they can adventure all day. It gives Dad a chance to relatee tales of what he got up to as a kid.
Often, for someone who has lived in the same place all their lives, their last wish is to have their ashes scattered up the mountain. Bouquets of dead flowers and brightly coloured ribbons often denote their last resting place amongst the coarse mountain turf, or in a cleft between two large rocks.
New Tredegar |
Guardian, Six Bells village and mountain |
The experience of visitors to the area can be enhanced by a trip up the mountain. There are plenty to choose from and in the valleys they are all close to villages, cafes and shops. But conditions can be changeable so care and safety precautions should be taken: sensible footwear, a clear idea of where you are going, tell someone where you are going if you plan a lengthy walk.
Atmospheric, but can be dangerous if unfamiliar |
Gelligaer Common, view lost in the mist |
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