The high ground of this country is littered with debris from aircraft which made their final decent into our hills and mountains. Much of it comes from the second world war when inexperienced aircrew were training without the comfort of navigation aids that we take for granted these days.
The west of the Brecon Beacons national park is a sparsely populated, rarely visited area and Carreg Goch in the wrong weather is an inhospitable place. 72 years on and I'm looking out of my window on a cold, wet and windy November day and can only guess at the conditions at 520 meters above sea level at the site of the crash.
More importantly I get to tell the story of those courageous men who gave their lives. So many of them in their 20's and so many of them still undergoing training. I get to keep their memory alive, to tell their story to a new generation and educate people that these sites are war graves and are protected by law. Please visit them, show your respects but take nothing apart from photos.