Behind the Waterfall Curtain

Brecon Beacons National Park is a National Park in Southern Wales. Our family began the morning with a full breakfast and weak coffee. Off we went to visit a few charity chops in town. (I found a few fun British-themed cookbooks that are sure to have their spine broken a time or three.) We returned to our room to collect our car and build up courage to brave driving the wrong side of the road. We curved and round-abouted our way past frolicking lambs, parceled green pasture land and charming villages in search of the Henrhyd  Waterfall. 

At the exact moment we arrived at the visitor center car park, God showed up in the form of a torrential downpour so we lunched on creamy brie, a sharp blue, water crackers and apples and grapes. We shared flapjacks, chocolate-topped caramel shortbread and chocolate covered digestive biscuits. With our loins thoroughly girded and the rain subsided we wound our way to the waterfall. We sloshed and mucked our way down the hill to the 90-foot high Henrhyd Waterfall. On our way, we passed many charming and tiny waterfalls and flowing streams. From the top of the hill, the desire to go and see behind the waterfall curtain was indulged and well worth the effort. Many pictures later we mucked back to the car, this time UP the steep hill. (Somehow UP is never quite as fun.) We passed a mum and her two sons who were at the beginning of the journey. The sons very much wanted to see Henrhyd. 'Is it far to the fall?' Asked the mother. 'It's really close.' was my reply to the tired woman I would never see again, knowing full-well she would be cursing me in Welsh on her way back up!