Between Times in Wales
Walking between Christmas and New Year.
I’ve hiked up a few of the Welsh hills I am still very much deciphering the geography of Snowdonia.
Even reading the names of the hills is a little challenging,
let alone pronouncing them.
Though I did gain a bar of chocolate for the best pronunciation of Moel Cynghorion.
More of a wild guess than anything near educated.
Now that I am kind of getting my bearings, a bit,
Snowdonia feels much tighter and more dramatic than my much loved Cumbria.
The steep rise and falls are more dramatic, ground with an angry chisel rather than the gently moulded folds of Cumbria’s wheel.
Two of the three days my thigh muscles supported the cramped in contours.
Firstly over the Moels of Eilio and Cynghorion.
Mist being as inclement as on every mountain.
Somewhat clearer the venture over Carnedd Daffydd and Llewlyn. Only to be hit by ever increasing wind prompting a descent before Peny Helgr Du.
A slightly less severe route followed the next day.
Only for self preservation.
Storm force winds prevented any form of ridge walking
As it was there was a battle to follow the ridge of Creigiau Gleision.
Lumps, bumps and rocky outcrops creating whirls and irrational wind changes.
No real respite bar the return through unglamorous plantation.
I’m sure one day I’ll visit Wales and again have the fabulous conditions I had for Tryfan.
Routes here. Great days out.