Ingredients:
The annual rainfall of the world in 24 hours
A big, fat dollop of snow on your hill of choice
Widespread low cloud
Mix all ingredients together on the day of a forum meet …
…. And choose a different walk
On the Saturday evening I met up with forumites Nod2, Norfolkboy, Videoman and Jim Pakin in The Heights pub in Llanberis. It was raining.
Introductions were made for those who’d not met until now and alcohol was consumed. I developed a bit of Smock Envy towards Jim’s black Paramo and wondered if he’d notice if I discreetly swapped it for my ladies fashion waterproof coat. Nod2 set the bar of the conversation pretty early as he and Norfolkboy recounted tales of various long distance walks they’d done where, on occasion, they’d stopped for “a roll in the heather”.
… Moving swiftly on… we all toddled off to our various accommodations for the night after agreeing to meet at Pete’s Eats at 10am the next day. It was still raining.
Sunday dawned bright and sunny (at 7am, for 5 minutes)… then it started raining. After a generous portion of scrambled egg on toast and more tea than was socially acceptable to drink, I decided it was a full waterproofs type of day from the outset. It was then, as I shoe-horned myself into my waterproof legs, that I figured they must have shrunk in the wash
It was raining as I headed to Pete’s Eats and found Videoman sheltering under the awning from the rain (did I mention it was raining?). A few minutes later Nod2, Norfolkboy and Jim P turned up and we umm-ed and ahh-ed about whether Moel Eilio was a good idea, given that it had acquired a fresh and generous dollop of snow overnight and was currently hidden under a blanket of low cloud which looked fairly set in for the day. I didn’t think it would be any fun whatsoever in the current conditions, which were a far cry from the crisp, cold, blue skies and sunshine with a smattering of snow that I’d asked the Weather Gods for
The regrettable but sensible decision was made to change our plans. But what to? Nod and Norf’boy mentioned a walk they’d done the day before around the quarry above Llyn Padarn. The trees would shelter us from the rain a little and what it may lack in summit-bagging height it would make up for with interesting buildings and slate mining gubbins. So a plan was born. We’d go and explore round there and do a loop round the mast and return along the shores of the lake. “About 7 miles”, they said. “That’s plenty enough in this weather”, they said. “We can go to the pub afterwards”, they said
After a flurry of frantic map re-folding from Jim, we set off towards the lake railway. Crossed a bridge. Then headed straight upwards via some Steps For Giants. How tall were these quarry workers?
It soon became blatantly obvious to me that (a) this hillside was steeeeeep, and (b) my skin-tight waterproof legs were somewhat hindering my ascent. Jim kindly lent me his walking pole to haul myself up / steady myself, and I not-so-silently cursed my waterproofs, whilst Nod, Norf’boy and Videoman stood at the top of this first flight of steps, grinning.
We first reached the quarry – quite a stunning sight to see really and the photo doesn’t do it justice:
Between each flight of steps, there was a level bit with interesting buildings. Some of which housed free-range goats, sheltering from the rain – it was raining don’t you know, staring at us:
Probably thinking “nutters, out walking in this”.
More Evil Steps For Giants brought us to a pulley system where I took a picture of the hill we should have been walking up:
It doesn’t look too bad there does it? Don’t be fooled. A little further along the path it looked like this:
Definitely a good call to not be up there today. Cold, windy, exposed. I doubt it would have been much fun to be honest.
Shortly after this, we had a pit stop so I could TAKE MY SODDING WATERPROOF LEGS OFF. Gawd they were annoying and I decided wet legs were preferable to not being able to lift my legs up to climb up steps.
Needless to say, there were no more steps!
We carried on through the woods and optimistically thought the rain had eased off a little, despite feeling like Jesus, walking on water as the paths had turned into small rivers. After a while we came across a house-in-a-house and went for a nosey:
We couldn’t decide exactly what it might have been used for as the inside house was far too small for these giants that obviously roamed the hills in the quarrying era.
Eventually we crossed a river and Videoman decided that a plastic bag wasn’t really the best thing to keep his phone in when it was chucking it down with rain (I thought it had eased off a little?
):
Taking a northerly turn, we headed towards Bigil and the mast (sounds yorksher for big hill to me) and discovered mud. Up to now, though waterlogged, the paths had been fairly rocky. Oh no, not now. From here on in, mud was the order of the day. Mud, and rain. Reaching the road was a delight, only to cross it to aim for more mud. Up, up, up we squelched until we reached another road. Shortly after this we found a bus stop and stopped for a sarnie (I’m not saying we stopped for a roll in the bus stop
)
Looking across at the opposite side of the valley, the weather hadn’t improved any:
Videoman enjoying the views:
The mast on Pen y Bigil:
I was quite enchanted by this craggy, lumpy, boggy hill. The gorse was out, the contrast of the bracken against the rock, the mud, the rain, the occasional dog poo …
Yes, what’s not to like?
But seriously, this hill was a lovely splash (literally) of colour on a drab, grey day.
From there, we reached a tarmacked river, erm, road, with some …. interesting …. parking techniques:
We followed this for a while until we gleefully spotted a much more fun muddy track:
Norfolkboy got all artistic with some Rock Art whilst waiting for me to uff and puff my way up the hill:
Up until now the mud was pretty bad but fairly avoidable with carefully placed tootsies. Not anymore. Nope. The next track we followed was a river of mud and squelching in it was unavoidable. Even the grassy sides were just hiding soft, squishy, foot-engulfing mud:
Soggy cows (it was raining don't you know?):
The rain actually seemed to be getting worse now, if that was possible, and the cloud was getting lower and it was with some relief to reach another road which took us South to the Western end of Llyn Padarn:
I’m sure this view would have been quite a cracker on a nice day and it did rather remind me of views along a Scottish loch. Shortly after this my camera decided it didn’t like the rain and packed up on me
Heading along the Northern shore we climbed steadily towards Fachwen. I think it was this road where I needed to stop for a cheese sarnie ‘cos I was flagging. Eventually we turned off down the hillside at a café (I forget its name and it had the cheek to be closed anyway) and took a more gentle zig-zag path down to the shore and the railway.
My legs were telling me they’d reached their 8 mile threshold …. But it was only about 7 miles, this walk, they said. My bladder was also telling me it was full but following the railway seemed a fairly popular route (by rainy, off season weekend standards) and it’s just not an option for a woman to “nip behind a wall/tree”. So it was (literally) a relief when we reached the toilets at the Eastern end of Llyn Padarn.
From there, we simply followed the main road back into Llanberis “proper” where we separated and went to our various accommodations to dry out.
Unfortunately, Jim had to drive home that evening so couldn’t join us in the pub later on
After the most Wonderful Shower Ever, and all my soggy gear draped over the radiator in my room I headed out, in the rain, to meet Nod, Norfolkboy and Videoman in the pub and to chow at them for adding a sneaky extra 3 miles onto the walk. TEN MILES guys
The furthest I’d walked all winter was about 4 miles so it was a shock to my system, that’s for sure
Thanks guys for coming along and letting me lead a walk which I had no idea of where I was going
I really do feel bad for having to make the decision not to do Moel Eilio but it was the right decision, all said and done, so thanks to Andy, Chris and Alan for coming up with “Plan B”. It was a really varied and interesting walk with better views than what we would have had if we’d done Moel Eilio.
Despite the rain, we had lots of giggles along the way. I’m still incredibly unfit and struggle with gradients of any sort but a massive plus was that my Achilles tendon didn’t hurt at all and my camera dried out enough (thanks radiator) to work again the next day.
Thanks for reading.
Mel
