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Hendre Isaf NT Base Camp & The Carneddau Range, Snowdonia - 2
15th - 17th April 2011 |
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What came next I had not remotely anticipated or prepared myself for. In order to reach the highest peak on our walk, that of Carnedd Llewellyn, we first had to navigate along a narrow ridge with a steep drop on either side and though I would not describe it as knife-edge, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Apart from being quite steep, the ridge, known as Bwlch Eryl Farchog, was still shrouded in fairly dense mist. Due to the dramatic nature of the landscape and my innate need to capture it all on camera, I was inevitably trailing behind the others. On the descent down to a sort of saddle, Ffynnon Llugwy Reservoir suddenly came into view to the south. As the vast expanse of Cwm Llugwy, carved out millions of years ago by glacial activity, opened up before us, I stood there in total awe, speechless with wonder. What a breathtaking place, God's own country, as Dave later described it. It was then that a number of hikers who had taken the path past Ffynnon Llugwy Reservoir had reached the ridge below the section of the ridge we had just descended, meaning that they had bypassed Pen yr Helgi Du altogether. The ridge then rises up to a vast plateau. Here the views of Cwm Eigiau to the north are even more spectacular and Tim went off to explore the edge of Craig yr Ysfa. Ahead of us, Dave and Dougie continued across Penywaun wen as it rises steadily towards Carnedd Llewellyn, whilst Tim and I trailed behind. Tim was keen to stop for lunch sometime soon prior to reaching the summit, as the wind tends to increase the chill factor above the cloud line. I preferred to press on and get the worst of the climb over with, so I decided to join Dave, who subsequently had a change of heart and went back down again! I found some shelter just short of the summit and proceeded to munch on my rye bread Leicester cheese and salami sandwiches, washed down with tea from my flask, whilst enjoying the scenery. It wasn't long before Tim and Dougie joined me, leaving Dave behind! Strange but true. |
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Heading south, we descended the highest point of the Carneddau range, leaving behind the cairn stack at its summit. From this point onwards, one descends Bwlch Cyfryw-drum, before reaching a long of ridge known as Cefn Ysgolion Duon, both of which join Carnedd Llewellyn with the next highest though not final summit of the day, Carnedd Dafydd, a cairn designating its altitude at 1044 metres. Though the path had been clear along the ridge, the valley below to the west-north-west, now shrouded in cloud, can only be ascended by specialist climbers. It is known as Ysgolion Duon or The Black Ladders, scary stuff indeed and not for the faint-hearted, if the link below - Welsh winter climbs - doesn't convince you! We passed many folk en route, not least a group of possibly two dozen school kids, mostly girls, in a group, bounding across Cefn Ysgolion Duon, illustrating how people of all ages enjoy and appreciate the splendour of the British landscape and its hills and mountains. Even fell runners were to be seen, the norm rather than the exception on most mountains of England and Wales. From Carnedd Dafydd, the route continues to another set of cairns known as Carnedd Fach, where, looking south-east, a smaller lake in the valley below known as Cwm Lloer, can now be viewed head-on. The lake, first visible as we descended Bwlch Cyfryw-drum, is known as Ffynnon Lloer. Beyond it to the east the landscape gives way to Ogwen Valley, along which runs the A5 back to Betws-y-Coed. The Afon Lloer (River Lloer) flows from this lake down to another larger lake (still out of view at this stage) located adjacent to the A5. We stopped for another sandwich and tea which may have been at either Carnedd Dafydd or Carnedd Fach, sheltering within the walls of a cairn structure. Each member of our hiking club as his/her own preferred habit - Tim explained that he likes to take 3 lunch-breaks. John Adams, on the other hand, religiously stops at one o'clock precisely, even if you're hanging by your pants from a cliff overhang! I am partial to my stops too! |
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