(a raised bog)

I had to add this in!  An example of an actual bog, made of peat.  A beauty.

A raised peat bog inside the Craig y Cilau Nature Reserve, about 3 miles from Crickhowell, Powys, mid Wales.

Welsh WCs

On these two days, walking in the Black Mountains and the Brecon Beacons, the sun was out and the weather glorious.  On the other two days, it rained, and it hailed, and it snowed, and there were gale-force winds.  Still, a wonderful break in the beautiful hills. 

Half-way up Sugarloaf Mountain (above), and (below) one of the four ridges of the Black Mountains, in south Wales.

(Incidentally, I had no idea until now that WC stands for "Water Closet".  Huh.)

Bogs in the Borders

A trip to celebrate a very close friend's big Birthday 30.  I was allowed 3 stops in 5 windy hours of climbing up and down the beautiful Cheviots.

Somewhere in the Borderlands between Scotland and England, England.

Pembrokeshire coastal conveniences

The annual family pilgrimage to the coast of west Wales provides plenty of stunning views during convenience breaks.  Long may Pembrokeshire stay so beautiful and so quiet.

Coastal path around St David's, Pembrokeshire, Wales.

Another cycle.

This is another faux-loo spot, since I did need the loo here, but couldn't scale the gate in my cleats.  (I'm still learning how to move with them on, after being loaned the beautiful blue Azealas, captured resting in the forefront.)  The fields are looking beautiful with the oil-seed rape in flower.  (We'll forget about the biodiversity-bleak monoculture for now.)

On a cycle, out east of Oxford, Oxfordshire.

On the plot.

The luscious dried-out ditch just behind me allotment provides a suitably secluded spot to take a tiddle.  Becomes more of a challenge in the winter, with allotments on three sides and a river path on the other.  The summer challenge is only stinging nettles.

On the allotments, south of Port Meadow, Oxford, Oxfordshire.

Borderlands

  This post is cheating a bit too, since I didn't actually tinkle in this spot, but I did need to and since it was my friend's 'garden', showed a bit of self-control.  It was a beautiful peaceful spot at the top of this prince's land, looking out to the Peak District.  The sun was going down and it was a bit magic....as was the whole trip.

  Near Congleton, Staffordshire, England.