In these peaceful and unspoilt uplands, blessed with spellbinding natural beauty and watermarked with Celtic legends, the mind, the body and the spirit can all be revived and renewed.
On the borders of the Brecon Beacons National Park, sweet villages and bustling towns beckon: bursting with bookish riches, Hay on Wye’s annual literature festival is hailed as ‘the Woodstock of the mind’. The body can indulge in delicious, locally reared lamb and beef; take to the hills for some invigorating cycling, caving or hiking; and recuperate in cosy country pubs. Somehow, the landscape urges you to climb higher, delve deeper and walk further. And, when you finally reach that distant waterfall, mountain-encircled lake or windswept ridge, and gaze out across the heart-stopping view, you will find that the Brecon Beacons will make the spirits soar, too.
The centre of the National Park can get fairly crowded in summer, especially along the route to the highest peak, Pen y Fan; the west of the park is much quieter all year round.