Returning to Offa’s Dyke after a two year absence, a pleasant 6 mile hike From Forden over Beacon Hill near Welshpool

Date walked: 17th August 2021

Distance: about 6  miles

Maps used:  OS Explorer 216 (Welshpool and Montgomery).

Guide used: Walking Offa’s Dyke Path by Mike Dunn published by Cicerone in 2016

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This isn’t the most exciting post I’ve done so to add to its entertainment value I’ve allowed Anne to be rude about me. See blue text

On 11th June 2019, damp and bedraggled, I had abandoned the path at Forden, declaring in the post  that I subsequently published in January 2020 that I would pick the route up another day. I hadn’t thought that it would be more than two years before I would be back but then I hadn’t anticipated the Covid 19 pandemic either, which largely explains why it had taken me so long to be able to make plans.

Now I had a plan. Combining staying in pubs and hotels with a few nights camping I would complete the path from here over 6 days. So on a fine if cloudy day and with accommodations confirmed and my return train tickets booked from Prestatyn, I was looking forward to the challenge and the adventure. On my back would be my largest rucksack containing tent, sleeping bag, a change of clothes. stove and gubbins  and more chargers and back up batteries than you could shake a stick at (why would you want to?). Total weight 10.8 kilogrammes or about 24 pounds in old money. Manageable, I thought.

I was going to leave my car somewhere in Forden; this caused my Mother some anxiety as she imagined it being towed away in my prolonged absence. I gently pointed out that I had done this several times when I had walked the Wales Coast Path, though as I cruised Fordens back streets nowhere seemed quite right until I found a large layby at the edge of the village and only 100 yards from the path. Perfect.

Huh, don’t know about laying this anxiety about your car on your Mum – you’re the guy who won’t leave the car on the top road when it snows, so that we end up having to clear the whole lane in order to get out. And why?? Because you don’t like leaving the car out on the road. (in case it feels lonely?)

Not impressed by your parking….or was the car trying to run away??

I wasn’t overly impressed that the first gate that I came across was padlocked, necessitating clambering over. (In fact I appear to have been unobservant as you will see from the rather angry comment below. So I would recommend checking very carefully for the correct path and please don’t climb over any locked gates).

 

The variety of gates one encounters in country walking is endlessly fascinating; I’m sure that someone would commission a book on the subject if I assembled all my gate pics. The next was straightforward and waymarked…..

Weird, isn’t it? They must reckon that they’ll have put most people off with the lock, so they can afford to let the rest of you in.


… and the one after that was adorned with a sign from the landowner. These are the best, and for my money the more rude/dictatorial/desperate the better.

Chatty.

Having skirted the village the path takes a minor road (described on the map as Roman) climbing quite steeply for half a mile before turning off into a  woodland.

Wide forestry tracks are my favourite surface to walk on in woodland as you can march along without thinking about where you are putting your feet and study the surrounding flora and fauna.  Here there wasn’t that much to see (I bet if you knew the slightest thing about flora and fauna there’d be lots to see!) but the remains of the dyke itself were quite prominent on my right.

This land belongs to the Leighton Estate . The Guide describes this as “one of the most extraordinary high-Victorian country estates in Britain” and the link on the name gives its story. From the ground, at least from the path, there are only remnants of its uniqueness. (like what?)

A walled bridge might suggest that this track had carried heavier traffic in the past….Yawn…..this begins to sound desperate.

…. and a tall vertical wall is almost certainly the dam for a lake – once known as Offa’s Pool- that once fed a hydro-electric scheme. Exciting!!!!

What are the red blobs, then???

The path passes an algae-coated pond….

…… and then leaves the wide track in favour of a narrow path that climbs out of the woodland into rough pasture where I snapped a buzzard preoccupied by something in the grass.

Is it a stick or a snake? I think we should be told – you must be able to make the pic clear enough to be able to tell? Is the buzzard going blind??

The ownership of the land would be in no doubt by those passing the rather ostentatious but for my money very pleasing insignia welded into a metal gate.

Yawn.

Climbing still, the path briefly joins a little lane before turning off to right at Pant-y-bwch farm and then climbs even more steeply by a small woodland called Phillip’s Gorse to emerge within sight of Beacon Ring – at 1338 feet the highest point of the day’s walk. Huzzah.

Needless to say, the Beacon was the site of a Bronze Age Hillfort. Why needless?? They are important archaeological sites. At least as interesting as beacons. The Guide says that it was used as a beacon site from the C17th and was one of the 60 or so locations of beacons lit to celebrate the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria in 1887.The trees were apparently planted in 1953 to mark the coronation of Elizabeth II.  A more recent celebration, as marked on a gatepost, is the 50th anniversary of the creation of the Offa’s Dyke Path.

The very poor quality of the picture precludes me from showing that there was a little booth at the beacon where, should you have one, you could stamp your Offa’s Dyke passport. I hadn’t cottoned onto this passport thing so I just stamped my guide instead. Little things, eh? And you got your I-Spy book of Gate Posts stamped? Thinking about it since I am not in favour of the whole passport business- it seems an unnecessary nonsense that simply adds clutter to the path. I hope it doesn’t catch on. 

The path skirts the beacon, its ditch containing an impressive colony of Rosebay Willow Herb.

He knows SOME flora!!!

From here the path makes an almost continuous descent to the floodplain of the River Severn with little to report on.

Well, there were sheep, of course….

We, like sheep…. (remember?) yep.

… and cows….

… and a rather fun and pointless stile cum seat which, if you look closely, you might see that it has carved into it part of the Mother Goose attributed “Crooked Mile” Nursery Rhyme.

Sorry, I doubt you can read this

You could add the rhyme – it doesn’t take up much space:

“There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.”

Happy memories there.

Buttington has little to remark on save for the fact that its Green Dragon Pub has a (very basic) campsite. Wedged between the A458 and the railway line its also very noisy and at £12 a night a bit pricey for what it offers. Except that the pub offers good basic pub food and a decent pint, so I am not complaining. You were!

It had been a very long time since I had erected my very small but very light Terra Nova Laser tent and I have to admit that I made a complete hash of it at first, taking half an hour of adjustments until I was convinced it would stand the night.

There followed a convivial evening where I met a very pleasant solicitor who was the other occupant in the field and who was also “doing” the dyke and the landlord, who also happens to own the shop in Montgomery where my Mum gets her papers. Small world eh? Altogether amazing.

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