Moelwyn

It’s very comfortable under this quilt. It’s dark outside. I swore that I’d just get up when I woke up but the temptation to stay here is strong. Five minutes…

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On Berwyn

The only car for miles, we climb the thin scar of road above a dark drop and emerge onto the moors as the sun sets. At the highest point, we…

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Tryfan 1976

I’d been thirteen for nearly three months when I first stood on top of Tryfan. Nothing remarkable in that, really, except the fact that my two mates were also thirteen…

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Gyrn Ddu

“Never heard of it.” I can hear you now. “Where? Between Clynnog and Llanaelhaiarn on the A499? Never heard of them either.” I promise you. It’ll be worth it. “It’s…

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From Aber to Bera Mawr

The iron gate by the river and to the low bridge On leaf-paste and splinter-slate. Into the wood to soft-tread the blunt pine pins Above the named red river Below…

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Yr Wyddfa. October.

6am. Rhyd Ddu. I won’t always be able to do this. As the first gate slams behind me and I cross the narrow rails of the Welsh Highland Railway, the…

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Glyder Fach. Easy.

There are all sorts of ways to get onto Glyder Fach and Glyder Fawr. Classics like Y Gribin and the Bristly Ridge, slogs like the one from Bwlch Tryfan or…

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Yr Elen

I’d viewed the ridge from a couple of angles and it had imprinted itself in the back of my mind. One for another day, I’d thought. I hadn’t imagined that…

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