Usksider's Photo Blog

Followers of this blog will understand that the River Usk is responsible for my moniker, so is obviously close to my heart.

For anyone interested, the Usk begins its life in the high ground of the Beacons and flows right through the market town of Brecon before making its way through Monmouthshire and eventually to the Severn Estuary at Newport.

Pictured here at Brecon Weir, you will see the River Usk often deposits tree trunks and other debris washed down from the high ground at this point.

Brecon Weir

The above image was taken on a quiet day, but you should see the turmoil in my river when she's fat and swollen with mountain rain.

As you may note, I've now assumed ownership and taken control of My River.

Just thought I'd share this image of My River with you band of happy bloggers.

Time to hit a hot tub now before an early night with a good book.

It’s been a long day one way and another and I’m feeling a tad jaded just now. I guess the accumulation of lack of sleep and the dregs of the fluey thing that’s still with me are taking their toll. It’s not that I’m feeling unwell, just a bit washed out and in need of a restorative; perhaps I should consider just locking the doors, battening down the hatches, repelling all boarders and slobbing out for the weekend!

And it's all true, every word.

Although I'm not so sure about the dark side - always did like a little pussy though!

Well another lousy night. Some little consolation in as much as I wanted to be up early, but no need to be awake at 3:00am for God’s sake; I sometimes wonder why I bother going to bed at all…