I’ve walked the Brecon Beacons plenty of times, but the town itself never crossed my mind. No idea why—Brecon is a lovely place. I parked only a stone’s throw from the canal basin, so I followed my feet that way.

My aim for the day was to make it out to Clive’s Fruit Farm, but I also wanted to “get lost” a bit on the way and see what turned up. I had a rough loop in mind: a walk with plenty of photos, some proper local scenery and, as I later found out, a box full of cider, fruit, veg and pasties bursting with filling.

Some days the road gods just aren’t on your side. This run down to the South West started as one of those days – diversions, closures, and the clock eating into my driving hours. It ended with a tenner well spent at Nunney Catch Cafe and a village walk I won’t forget.