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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.