Now, suddenly we see it’s winter. I am not cold. Credit that to long-johns & a vest.
Warm, dry and very campable week.
Great campsite, only us, the river and a Portaloo in the opposite corner. Oh, and not to forget- about six sheep. After a day’s walking, I’d wash in the river, and collect water for the camp.The wind was odd, despite the revailing southerly, all of the big gusts were from the west. The tent held.
In lanes like these:
This was the scene, nearly home, only 10 miles to go in Seckington.
wearing the same clothes again.:
Off to see Devon Sproule later.
Secession: could this be the word I am looking for? We need (as you know from previous posts on here) a word for the process of nature reclaiming derelict man-made sites.
this Beech is watching you from Beaudesert.
On second thoughts, Succession is pretty close to the idea I had in mind, see here: Wiki
Made it half-way home before remembering something left behind. The ride back then added 8 miles to the total journey. But contrary to expectation that made the ride home easier. It’s all about the benefits of a good warm up. I can only conclude that cycling to work would be easier if work was further away.
Morning briefing & a bit of assembly.
Interesting, interesting days.
Went to Cadair Idris instead. I’ll be going through every step of this weekend in my head in my head over the next week.
Ask me when you see me.
Better start packing again. Cycled slowly to start with- combine harvesters only do 12 mph on a single-track road, no room to pass. But after 6 wheels rolled over along 3 tracks, a perfectly unharmed frog flopped several times to the verge.Lucky damned frog: there go the quick, here are the dead. He was too fast to catch on camera. May your luck contine..
20°C, it blows
Back from the Alpine trekking.
Six days:
d1, Pointe d’Angolon
d2, Breche du Dérochoir
d3, Roc d’Enfer
d4, Rest day
d5, Lac des Chambres
d6, End of the World
Came back from Wales a day early because of some guttural illness. It was not easy trailing up that 1:5 hill to get to the toilet block of that last camp-site.
I was there a week and had quite an experience.
Day 1: Carneddau: Easy walk up to the first peak. Little more than finishing off walk in June that I cut short because of time.
Summit Pen Yr Helgi Du, 845m
Day 2: Glyders. The first days were difficult; wet weather meant I got lost on a mountain Glyder Fawr. It had clear paths but each one led to nowhere, we’d spent 2½ hours looking for the route up there in the clouds. that was stressful. In despiration, I took a southerly route after spotting a clearing in the cloud and seeing a lake that was recognisable. Even so, getting down that slope took two hours- it was very steep and no clear pathways there either. This took us to the wrong side of the mountain but the 5 mile walk back to camp was at least clear.
Summits: Y Foel Goch 805m; Glyder Fach, 994m
Day 3: Drive home– but a change of mind while passing through Betws-y-coed saw me turn south and pitch the tent on the coast at Llandanwg. It was a glimmer of sumshine that did it.
Day 4: the Rhinogs: Change of weather and the sun comes out- so repeat that route up the Roman steps (from June) with no fog to obscure the route this time. This time we made the ascent up to Rhinog Fawr
Summit: Rhinog Fawr. 720m
Day 5: Cnicht: Another magnificent day, you meet some great people on these mountains. There is nothing lonely about taking a holiday on your own in places like this. It’s probably better having a conversation breaker, in this case; a dog.
Summits: Cnicht, 740m, Moelwyn Mawr 770m in blazing sun.
Day 6: Move to Cader Idris, the camp next to Kings Youth Hostel. Excellent site which became rather crowded and Friday evening wore on. Tents were pitched with overlapping guys. There was a developing community there, many knew each other before and the atmosphere was excellent. But..
I became ill in the night.
Must be something I ate.
Here is an excellent guide to Welsh pronunciation: Placenames
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