Brecon is sheep central. You’ll wake up to bleating, not buzzing alarms. Locals joke that sheep outnumber people ten to one. And honestly? They’re probably right.
One camper reported a sheep nibbling their tent peg at sunrise. The sheep wasn’t apologetic. It just stared, chewed, and moved on to a nearby daisy. This is Wales, baby.
Bring a camera. You’ll want proof that a woolly creature judged your marshmallow-toasting technique.
