Discretion is the boring form of valour...

So the snow melted this week and with the heavens opening we decided we would head for a trip to South Wales there would be some water right?

Driving up into the Brecon Beacons we soon realised there was some water, actualy no there was alot of water. All the rivers were running chocolate brown and what is best described as flood. We carried on anyway on the assumption that the Tawe had a small catchment so would still be at a 'safe' level, Luckily the Sat nav took us through a slight de-tour over a bridge of the Tawe. It was a swirly river of death, Some of the group were keener than others but a swim would have turned into an epic as there were very few eddies interspersed with huge waves and stoppers. Luckily we had a backup plan.

Parking in the Gwyn Arms car park we wnet for a walk up the Haffes, if we could'nt paddle whitewater we could atleast look

So we looked at some fantasy lines on the very steep Haffes (a Tawe tributary) and were very tempted but beacause of the lack of any feasable eddies and several sheep fences on the lower section we gave it a miss and went to the Pub instead. The Tawe had dropped to a high level and was very temtping but we didnt have time or a shuttle.

We found something very interesting on the way home but youll have to wait for info on that :P