A Cnicht’s tale

On Saturday we went up a little mountain called Cnicht, which is the Welsh for Knight. (I guess the headline only works if you’ve seen the Heath Ledger/Paul Bettany film, but never mind…) It’s just under 700m, so not huge, and mostly a fairly friendly walk.

Cnicht from a distance

Cnicht from a distance

It’s somewhat ambitiously nicknamed the Matterhorn of Wales, for obvious reasons, and is quite a popular walk – there were plenty of people going up and down the same route we took, from the little village of Croesor.

The signpost seems to be pointing in the wrong direction...

The signpost seems to be pointing in the wrong direction…

It was a lovely day, so no surprises that there were plenty of people out and about enjoying the sunshine and making the most of the Welsh countryside.

Bertie waiting to get through the gate

Bertie waiting to get through the gate

Stopping to take photos

Stopping to take photos

We kept stopping to take photos – there were some lovely views of a snowy Snowdon, with the cloud gradually clearing from its top, and I think Graham was feeling a bit envious when he pointed out that anybody up there would be getting great views.

Great views of Snowdon...

Great views of Snowdon…

Though this sheep wasn't so impressed

Though this sheep wasn’t so impressed

It was a bit of a scramble up to the very top of Cnicht – even Bert had to be given a helping hand at one point –  but it was worth it for the views.  You could see for miles.

On the top of Cnicht 1

On the top of Cnicht 1

On the top of Cnicht 2

On the top of Cnicht 2

On top of Cnicht 3

On top of Cnicht 3

Being the adventurers we are, we decided not to back down the way we’d come, and headed off on an unbeaten track, going down through Cwm Croesor on the other side of the hill, heading first for a little dam before descending to the river in the valley bottom.  It was hard on the knees going down… I think I need a bit more hillwalking practice. And then some.

A completely barmy bridge

A completely barmy bridge

As the afternoon faded and the sun began to set we  picked up a LandRover track, and headed directly sunwards back towards
Croesor and the car. On the way we passed the above barmy slate bridge. Is that their postbox on the end?

Sunset on the way home, with the sun's reflections in the puddles along the track

Sunset on the way home, with the sun’s reflections in the puddles along the track

As the sun finally sank, the light reflected in the puddles along the track, as if lighting the way back to the car. It was a lovely way to end a great day. I’m looking forward to lots more like this as the days lengthen and warm. That’s what we’re here for.

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