They speak welsh up there, at least they do when they know that some saxon pigdogs are listening.
It's like a foreign country.
Mountains, though.
When I look at it, it always amazes me that the Romans marched a bloody great army over that lot to crush the druids in Anglesey. And then they marched all the way back to batter Boudicca.
There must be an airstrip up there somewhere, Shirley? Route west over the Brecons before heading north roughly following the A470. Obviously this is weather dependent as a the area if often blighted by low hill fog.