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Allt Goch, Llanidloes. Wales

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Out and back or a circle if you go into town.
Distance roughly .7 mile from the parking area to the road on the other end. Gentle hill. Dog friendly,  wheelchair accessible,  but muddy. Kissing gate and road gate at the parking lot. Clean outhouse at about halfway.  Benches and we'll marked side trail.
I'm taking a break from posting on my polar expedition to comment on a lovely and typical Midwales walk.
Photo the sign for the side trails.  You can add to this basic hike,  or let the fast walkers get a stretch. 
Today had a rare promise of spring to come. I even saw snow drops on the side of the road. 
The Allt Goch is a well traveled path thru a Beech forest. Walking it in late January one can feel the trees starting to consider budding out.
I met more than one person turning towards that bright object in the southern sky.  "What is that strange object?" is the standard question. 
Confusing to many American hikers, is the sometimes marked web of footpaths that crisscross theUK. The Severn Way footpaths follows this trail for part of the way.
Composting toilet is similar to an outhouse,  but it is a bit more managed. This one is kept very clean.

As a geographer with an interest in historic land usage I find these abandoned quarries to be fascinating.  The sharp drop off show the edge of the quarry and the young trees indicate this one was probably in use about 100 years ago. 
A fork in the path.  The right path leads to a wind generators.  The smaller path to the left goes down into town. 


At this point you can reverse back to the car, or continue into town for lunch (I recommend the Hanging Gardens) or  to circle back going past the cemetery. I don't yet have a photo of the path entrance from this side,  but I will add it later.

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