The mist swirled around a newly erected roadside chevron sign as I left the Blorenge destination Pwll du. Booting up, the rain started to fall and the normally impressive views of the Usk valley were obscured by a greyness matched only by the colour of my hair.
The entry point to this impressive landscape was a mud bath but the nearby close cropped sheep grazed turf supported a healthy party of feeding skylark and meadow pipit. Here too is the obligatory collection of signage pointing walkers in the right direction and telling them how to behave. At the quarry there was little avian interest apart for a fly-over raven. I walked into the bottom of the this geological scar looking for anything that might interest a rambling naturalist - the rain became heavier. Beyond I climbed through an extensive area of gorse but all was quite. At the transmission pylon a male wheatear flew from rock to rock until it was lost in the distance.