Skirrid Fawr, standing at 1,594 feet, is a striking feature among the many spiritual hills of the Celtic landscape.
Known for its dramatic landslip, the mountain offers a distinct silhouette, particularly on its weathered slope, where the cleft from a rockfall is visibly etched.
It stands in stark contrast to other peaks in the area, yet its beauty and mystery are undeniable.
The journey to the summit begins in the valley of the Afon Troddi, where lush paths wind through the countryside. Along the way, the sight of bullocks adorned with brass rings adds an unusual touch to the natural scenery.
As the climb steepens, the narrow ridge twists upward, eventually leading to the site of Llanfihangel’s St Michael’s chapel. Only the ground plan remains of this once-proud building, a testament to the passage of time.
Ancient chapel ruins and rugged ridges make Skirrid Fawr a spiritual and scenic journey.Despite its modest size, Skirrid Fawr offers one of the most breathtaking panoramas in the region. From the summit, visitors can glimpse the Severn Sea to the west, with Somerset and the Mendips in the distance.
The hills stretch endlessly to the northeast, with the Malvern Hills and Shropshire Hills making their presence known. Far off, the distinctive Gyrn Wigau watches over from the Berwyn range, while to the southwest, the desolate Llangynidr Mountain looms.
The landscape is also rich in history, with legends tied to the land.
Nearby, the caves of Agen Allwedd and Eglwys Faen stretch beneath the earth, some of the longest and most complex cave systems in Britain.
Here, history was shaped by discussions between figures like Aneurin Bevan, who helped form the NHS.
Descending from the summit, I headed to Crickhowell, a charming town full of life, with its inviting pubs and cafes.
It was here that I attended a reading by Gwyneth Lewis, a poet whose words are as much a part of Wales as its hills. This place, it seems, breeds not only beauty but creativity.