Pen y Fan

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  • On winding path they tread. Up the steep mountain hill. Summit seems so near. Five miles walking there. Hard going for many. Snow line brings such cold winds
     
    Onward they struggle so. Reaching summit weary. For magic scene awaits. Lakes, valleys , hills and seas. From this place of heaven. It is named Penyfan. – Henrhyde