Left at seven o'clock to walk the horseshoe, Mynydd Moel, Penygadair (Welsh for Cadair Idris), Craig Cau, as you can see from our route, (in red), failed again. Woke at five and could see the stars that's a good sign, it means that the cloud ceiling is not just high, it's non existent. How fast the weather changes in mountains, by eight thirty we were just about where our route meets the yellow nature reserve boundary and in thick mist. Not to be deterred we carried on to Mynydd Moel in driving rain or it may have been driving mist and what felt like half a gale. No fun at all and no chance of any pictures, so retraced our steps to get you some stunning reflections of the head wall of Cwm Cau reflected in the Llyn of the same name.
The walk starts in Dolidris Park and climbs up thousands and thousands and thousands of steps till you reach the tree line. An interesting fact is that Dolidris Park was donated, for our enjoyment and edification by a Mr Ivor Idris. Not only has he a mountain named after him but several thousands of cans of fizzy ginger beer, not everybody can say that of themselves. Think I would invent such a thing? No way!
There; confirmed in black and off white, unless of course Canolfan y Gader means this is a wind up. Like the bit about sheep grazing, that should do any rare plants a power of good. Still sheep are a pastime here, a pastime akin to football in Manchester and Liverpool.
Here are today's pictures, many have rain spots, both my lens cloths were soaked and beginning to do more harm than good.
A few of the steps and a view from them.
Back to civilisation, an interesting walk and well worth repeating. Am moving on tomorrow, can't even get the radio here so will probably stop in Dolgellau, get a paper, get a forecast and decide where to go for the weekend.