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| The summit of Y Foel with the Berwyn range on the horizon |
Some of my first hillwalking was in Wales, on
school trips to Snowdonia, and later I was at college in Lampeter and explored
the Pumlumon hills and climbed Cadair Idris. I’ve walking in the Black Mountains too and the Brecon Beacons. However I’d
never been hillwalking in the steep country of north-east Wales around the attractive little town of Llangollen. Some old
friends having moved to the area I visited it recently and was surprised and
delighted at the ruggedness, steepness and height of the hills. This is
splendidly complex country; a wonderful tangle of winding rivers, moorland
hills, limestone escarpments and beautiful woods.
While staying with my friends I climbed three of the local
hills; two of them easy short ascents, one a real mountain day. Firstly Denise
and I with our friend Alain went up a gentle little moorland hill called Y
Foel. Only 522 metres high and no more than an easy stroll this top still has a
rough stony summit that gives it the feel of a bigger hill plus spreading views
in every direction, views enhanced on my visit by the wild skies and racing
clouds. Squalls could be seen sweeping across nearby hills and we were glad to
be back down before the rain came.
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| Cadair Berwyn |
The big hills in this area make up the Berwyn
range, a long moorland ridge with some big craggy corries (or rather cwms as
this is Wales)
on its eastern edge and a high point of 830 metres on Cadair Berwyn. On the
southern side of the range is the great waterfall of Pistyll Rhaedr, at 80
metres the highest in Wales
and England,
which crashes dramatically down a wooded gorge. There’s a car park here and a
good café. After fortifying ourselves with coffee and cake (it was raining)
Alain and I set off into Cwm Nant Y Llyn, bracing ourselves against the keen
wind and heavy showers. Ahead dark clouds were ripping across the hidden
summits. As we climbed the wind strengthened and I wondered if we’d make the
tops. Suddenly below us the dark waters of Llyn Lluncaws appeared, tucked into
a rugged bowl. Two tents were pitched on the far shore, a fine wild site.
On the ridge above the little lake the rain turned to sleet
and hail and gusts of wind threatened to blow us over. Struggling on we reached
the gentler slopes of Moel Sych where, surprisingly, the wind was less strong.
In thick mist now we followed the edge of the crags to the summit of Cadair
Berwyn then turned to cross Moel Sych and descend a long heather and bog broad
ridge back to Pistyll Rhaedr. As we dropped down the clouds began to lift and
there was even a touch of sunshine. Behind us we could see the hills we’d
climbed.
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| Castell Dinas Bran |
Two days later Alain and I walked down through the woods
from his house to Llangollen. Across the valley we could see the ragged ruins
of an old castle on a steep hilltop. This is Castell Dinas Bran, a medieval
castle that commands an extensive view on all sides. From afar the jagged crown
of stones reminded me of Amon Sul in the film of J.R.R.Tolkien’s The Fellowship of the Ring, where the Black
Riders attack the Hobbits, which has a similar ruin on its summit. From the
town we climbed the steep grassy slopes to the summit and admired the remnants
of the castle and the tremendous vista on all sides. Looking down the Dee
valley to the flatlands of England
it was clear that an approaching army would be seen many miles away.
I have to admit I didn’t know the country round Llangollen
was so rugged or interesting. I feel I have discovered a new outdoor world. I’ll
be back.
