River Tarennig & Bidno Diary

From Pont Rhydgaled

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At source I admire this wild landscape and the mighty Plynlimon stood above me. Very few people stand here and I can see why. It’s not straight forward getting here. The infant Tarinneg trickles by me, which I can now step over. Aaah, it’s remote here like being on a deserted island something Paul and I would revel in as we communed with the sources of other mountain rivers like that of the Irfon high up on top of Bryn Garw further South. I pause to take it all in my life with my twin included.

Moving away from the Tarennig I want to find a camp as close to the River Bidno source as possible my next objective in the morning. I decided to walk two rivers to save coming up here a second time and knowing of the potential loop heading East from Plynlimon I decided it was a good idea economical in essence. As I make my way to my camp, the details of which I do not know yet, I pass by other places that invoke memories of Paul and I up here back in 2014. We must have passed over the infant Tarinneg I think to myself as we hiked off the Plynlimon summit towards the Sweet Lamb estate. We did step over it! Maaan, once again I’m reminded that Paul has been amid the Tarennig both here at source and its confluence. I am thrilled to place my twin here beside its waters because it’s another river I can confidently say we communed with together.

I don’t necessarily commune with the Sweet Lamb estate because I am aware of how busy it is. I’m certain it’s open access land although the estate owners may challenge me on that. Never the less I walk East over the estate mindful and respectful of the fact that it’s under ownership. In fact, signs of it being a private business are everywhere. There’s the heavily gravelled track that I’m walking on, which forms part of the Welsh GB Raleigh circuit, there are the sheep dotted about the landscape, one large storage container now acting as an above ground shooting but stands motionless amid moorland and down below we have thousands of Pheasant all being fed for sport. In all directions they flee as I pass by and for good reason by their estimation.

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At the T Junction I observe the road carefully as this A44 is busy. I’m back to the land of the busying. It sure is a dimensional shift as I leave behind the remote slowness of the Bidno Valley for a confluence with the Wye that’s not for the romantic. Below me is the river passing beneath a concrete bridge probably built in the late 50’s or early 60’s. Heck, it may even be a 70’s construction purely practical, utilitarian and or unidealistic in its design. Whatever the history it noticed the Bidno a river that however small evidently has significance as it enters the Wye. I’m happy to see the Bidno and wye meet and to think of my journey as the traffic rushes by, which is a flowing stream that has an equal right to exist like that of the river down below. Now for the hike back to Rhayader!

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