Saturday 27 July 2019

Snowdonia odyssey - day two

Carnedd horseshoe

Breakfast

Dunnock?

Pied wagtail
Off at 9:30-ish. Not bad for us!




The weather looks promising. The early morning cloud is lifting.


 The campsite sits just over the Ogwen Valley watershed; we came in following the East flowing Afon Llugwy.


We now cross the West flowing Afon Denau (that feeds Llyn Ogwen) before we start climbing past Glan Dena and cross, and then follow, another stream the Afon Loer.


When we reach the foot of the ridge we turn left and the climb starts proper towards Bwlch Yr Ole Wen...


... and the views open up.

A steady climb


Foxglove

Buzzard?


Now it's a case of following the ridge...

I can see our tent from here!
...over the Carnedds Fach, Dafydd & Llewelyn.

Ffynnon Lloer from Carnedd Fach

North West: Is that Anglesey over there?


Elevenses on Bwlch Yr Ole


Helicopters were out today..


After our brief  'elevenses' the wind starts to pick up...



..and so we hunka down in the dry stone shelter on Carnedd Llewelyn for lunch.


As I rise after lunch I find the wind was strong enough to whip off both hat and glasses! What fun!


Thankfully both recovered with the help of some fellow walkers.


The ridge continues to impress with stunning views.



The going is fairly easy until a short scramble down leads us to the short narrow ridge of Bwlch Eryl Farchog before another scramble out.

The start of the more 'interesting' bit: Bwlch Eryl Farchog

Climbing out after the scramble.
Before the long drop off Pen Yr Helgi Du, along Yr Braich


All to do now is the long slow decent back to the Ogwen Valley and along the track we to yesterday to our campsite.

A thistle

Orchid

Howe sweet home
After last night's DofE cabaret we decided to seek out the nearest hostelry for some peace and quite.

Now we would have called a cab if we'd had phone signal, so we decided to walk.

The nearest 'village' was Capel Curig. We didn't know what was there but we were determined to get some peace. And a beer. Maybe some food.

 After several hours on already tired feet we discover that Capel is less village, more a road junction with a farm, Jo Brown's shop, Ellis Brigham, a run down B & B and a church.

We were just about to phone for a cab (woohoo! signal!) when I just checked a little further down the road and found the Bryn Tyrch Inn. Phew. But they'd just stopped serving food. Well, beer is a food...


Taxi back and yes, we slept soundly.

That'll teach 'em...



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