Every so often we came across a plaque like this with this image of Owain Glyndwr, Prince of Powys, after whom the trail is named. I can't say why now, but we found the image very amusing. I think we were high on sea-level oxygen.
These stone steps were labeled as "Roman Steps" or something similar, but it seems unlikely that they were carved by Romans. Sorry it's blurry. I was trying to walk up them and take a picture at the same time. Heaven forbid I stop for 30 seconds. Here is a better picture.
More staggering beauty. And sheep.
This gatepost has plants growing out of the top of it. The direction of the arrow is very important. This one means for you to bear slightly to the right, as there is is likely no visible path ahead.
A note about wayfinding. While we were never what I would call "lost," we did go the wrong way, many times. Usually it was in the morning when we were feeling excited and walking along, looking at stuff and talking. Then we'd miss a post and walk a mile out of the way or whatever. Not a huge deal, usually. We brought a map (Glyndwr's Way XT40), a guidebook (Glyndwr's Way, by Mike Salter), and I installed Backcountry Navigator GPS app on my smartphone. The guidebook provided some useful information, but we never looked at it while we were in on the trail (it's instructions assume you will be walking in the usual direction, so it was more or less useless to us). The map was excellent and survived rain and daily mangling. Backcountry Navigator (with the trail GPX file) was useful, but only in a pinch. For some reason the satellite dealybob took a long time to locate us, up to 10 minutes, so it was usually the last resort.
Everyone we met was really nice about helping us pronounce the names of their towns.
This next section was one of my favorites. A steep climb to the top of those cliffs in the distance.
About halfway up.
Closer to the top, the tractor road degrades into a bed of loose slate pieces.
And finally at the top (almost, anyway). A storm rolled in and dumped a dumbfounding amount of rain on us for about an hour. It was like standing under a waterfall. Then we lost our way, went too far down a dirt road, turned around, followed the trail into a bog only to find that we could have just stayed on the road. Then it stopped raining. At that point we were not far from our next stop in Dylife at the Bron y Llys B&B, where our hosts were waiting for us with tea and cakes and clean towels. Bron y Llys was by far the most luxurious bed and breakfast we visited on this trip, or probably on any trip. Highly recommended.