The Wrong Trousers
Trip Start Oct 10, 2008
89Trip End Ongoing
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Where I stayed
Mynadd Mountaineer's Hut
We took a shopping trip out to the gear shop at Betws-y-coed stopping only to take some pictures of the stunning Crafnant Lake. There were some superb, padded, ski-grade trousers in the sale at half price so we put them on. I bought a pair of spare laces and re-threaded the boot that had the lace in imminent danger of snapping.
We set off for the hills in high spirits, with Saskia already snug in her new grey salopettes. The alarm went off as we left the shop
We set off for the hills again.
Moel Siabod towers above Capel Currig, bare, rugged and rocky. We parked down by the river, where the Afon Liugwy flows down a series of short waterfalls. The path heads straight up, through the wood and out into sheep land. We passed a farm, then a disused mill. Saskia took her first break after about ten minutes. I persuaded her to make it a little further by bribing her with toffees.
It takes less than an hour to wander up to the feet of the hill proper. The ridge rises up like the backbone of a dragon, spiky and hard. It becomes more of a scramble than a walk at this point. We climbed higher, using hands and feet to navigate the jutting rocks.
Behind us, the view grew ever greater. Looking towards Betws-y-coed, we could see for miles and miles and miles. To the north, the hills looked like waves, flowing across the landscape.
The higher we climbed, the colder the wind became
Exposed slopes in December are not ideal for picnics. There was a biting easterly wind and Saskia was starting to get miserable, so we called it a day and headed back down. Back at the car, 600m lower, the temperature read 5C and there was still an hour before dark.