START SMALL If you are new to the wild places, get used to your gear in familar, local locations and various different weathers a few times before heading out to wilderness areas, and only do so when you feel ready
RESEARCH FIRST It's a good idea to research where you'll be going, study maps and plan how you might deal with difficult terrain. Plan your routes around water sources so that you don't risk becoming dehydrated. Keep a close eye on weather forecasts. I like to look at local weather for the area, and also Mountain Weather Information Service. There can be quite a difference between local forecasts and mountain forecasts - prepare to experience both, and then some.
LEARN NAVIGATION It's important to carry at least 2 forms of navigation. I like to use a paper map and compass and OS Maps downloaded to my phone, which I can use even without reception. Learning how to read maps and use a compass is a crucial skill. It is very easy to get lost in forests, on moors, or in bad visibility. Don't take that risk - it you aren't confident with basic navigation, stick to main paths
CARRY A PERSONAL LOCATOR BEACON I would always recommend taking a personal locator beacon into the wild. I use a Garmin InReach Mini. I can use this to text friends and family when I don't have reception (which is most of the time), track my route and most importantly, I can trigger an SOS if I get myself into serious bother - hopefully I'll never need to use it for this, but it's great peace of mind. Always keep your PLB within reach in case of emergency - the shoulder strap of your rucksack is ideal.
TENTS & BIVY BAGS All tents and shelters can be dangerous, even expensive ones. Tents poles can snap in the wind, fabrics can rip, and even the best tents can collect condensation inside. But one of the most dangerous things of all, is complacency. It's a really bad idea to assume that just because you've bought an expensive tent, you're safe. This is not the case. Always carry a reliable bivi bag, to cover your sleeping bag in case of tent failure or condensation. A wet sleeping bag can kill. I also like to carry a sponge or cloth to mop up condensation
PREVENT HYPOTHERMIA The temperatures in the mountains can swing between warm during the day and below freezing at night. In the winter, it can be seriously cold all day and night. Always take clothing and gear that will keep you warm enough in these varied conditions. Wear layers of synthetic or wool, fast drying fabrics and take waterproofs to protect you from the worst of it.
WEATHER The mountains and moors can and will throw just about anything at you. Sunshine, torrential rain, snow, gale force winds, hail and thunderstorms are all things that you might encounter. Be prepared with a bivi bag in case of tent failer. In the event of a thunderstorm, make your way to lower ground as fast as is reasonably possible. Flooding is always a risk in bad weather - be alert and don't camp close to rivers and lakes in heavy rain or if snow is melting. In snowy or icy conditions, carry snow spikes so that you can walk safely and an ice axe to arrest a slide if you fall (learn how to use it before your trip). In strong winds, consider using natural wind breaks such as rocky outcrops to protect your tent, and specialist ground anchor type pegs to stop the tent being lifted. When pitching in strong winds, it's a good idea to attach your tent to your full rucksack while you pitch - there's no fun in seeing your tent fly off a cliff. Carabiners are great for this.
Bad weather on moors and mountains can be frightening, particularly if you don't have much experience being out in it - stay calm - if you are well prepared, you'll be absolutely fine.
DRY BAGS & PACK LINERS Store your bed clothes, sleeping bag and electronics in waterproof dry bags or waterproof sacks, and consider using a pack liner too. These will all keep your things dry, no matter how much of a battering you take from the rain while you're hiking
TICKS Ticks can transmit disease and pose a serious risk to your health. They are everywhere in the wild. Due to repeatedly receiving tick bites (I got as many as 50 during one summer!), I do treat my outer hiking clothing that will be in contact with long grass etc, with anti-tick treatment. I also treat my rucksack. In summer, I wear knee-length socks that I can pull up to create a barrier for my lower legs. It's really important to check yourself over thoroughly at the end of each day. Use a hand mirror to check in all the nooks and places you can't see and check for bumps by running your fingers over your scalp, your neck and behind your ears. I don't use bug sprays and lotions on my skin in the wild if I'm going to be in the water (this is just to protect the water) but I do use bug sprays in my local woods where I won't be in any water. Learn how to safely remove ticks and always carry a tick removal tool.
If you do find a tick, or even multiple ticks, don't panic! If you are checking yourself frequently and removing the blighters promptly, they are unlikely to be able to transmit disease in this time frame. However, not checking yourself, or waiting until you get home after a multi-day trip to check yourself, leaves you at serious risk of illness.
Ticks are not active in freezing conditions - I really enjoy not having to worry about ticks in snow and ice. But bear in mind that winter does not automatically mean ticks are not active - they are still a concern on milder winter days.
BOGS Bogs can be invisible, hidden under a floating mat of living grass. Learn what to do if you fall into a bog before you leave for your trip. If it happens, don't panic. Ease yourself onto the surface on your stomach and gently make your way back on to solid ground. As already mentioned, carry a personal locator beacon at all times. In boggy areas, use a trekking pole to test the ground in front of you as you walk
RIVER CROSSINGS Don't cross fast moving water, or water deeper than your knees. When you cross a river, undo the chest and waist straps of your rucksack, so that if you do become submerged, you can easily remove the rucksack to prevent drowning. A trekking pole or even a long stick can help you to keep your balance during a river crossing. Check the floor of the river first - rocky or solid is good, but you can sink or get stuck in a soft, silty riverbed.
COLD WATER & DEEP WATER Prevent hypothermia by only entering cold water if you have the necessary means to warm yourself afterward, going in warm (I like to do warm-up exercises first), and not staying in for too long. Build up your tolerance to cold water exposure, starting in warmer water in the summer and gradually progressing to colder. Listen to your body. After-drop can occur - this is when your core body temperature continues to drop, even after you have come out of the water - allow for this.
Cold water can be dangerous not just because of hyperthermia, but because of cold shock. Cold shock is an involuntary reaction to cold water that causes you to gasp - potentially causing drowning. To reduce the risk of cold shock, enter the water in a shallow area, and slowly. Don't jump in, unless you are already accustomed to the water temperature and handling it well AND you are able to see under the water to check for rocks, branches or sharp objects that could seriously harm you. Of course, you will need to be a confident swimmer to swim in any kind of deep water. Beware of currents.
I prefer to have a dip in cold water when it's sunny, so that I can warm nicely afterward and dry my things.
RIVER WALKING SAFETY River walking comes with its own set of considerations - check them out here
INJURIES & MED KIT Carry a med kit to treat and protect cuts, scrapes and bites, and some form of pain relief. Antihistamines and anti-sickness medications are also a good idea. Hiking with trekking poles has prevented many sprain injuries for me
SUNBURN & HEAT STROKE Take a hat to protect your head in the warmer months, take breaks in the shade, particularly in the hours around midday and take care not to overheat. Take your usual precautions against sunburn
FALL HAZARDS The wild is full of steep drops, ravines, holes in the ground, cliffs, scree slopes and rockfalls. Everything becomes slippery when wet. These are all potentially life-threatening hazards, particularly in bad visibility or bad weather. If you're like me and don't like heights with exposure, plan a route away from steep drops, or be prepared to turn back if you feel out of your depth. Map reading and navigation skills can help you to avoid dangerous areas (did I mention you should also carry a personal locator beacon?)
SNOW & ICE Aside from the obvious hyperthermia risk and the risk of slipping and falling, snow also covers holes in the ground, or bogs that might not be frozen - a trekking pole can help you determine if the ground in front of you is safe to walk on. Travelling through deep snow ('post holing') is exhausting and can drain your energy levels. Very deep snow can become impossible to travel through without snow shoes. When snow is melting, there is a risk of flooding - avoid camping close to rivers and lakes when there is melting snow. Always carry ice spikes and ice axe in full winter conditions, and learn how to use an ice axe to arrest a slide.
MAKING WATER SAFE TO DRINK Where possible, drink only clear water from fast-flowing water sources and always make it safe to drink first. There are many ways to purify your water; - A Filter - A UV device - Chemically (iodine/water purification tablets) - Boiling (minimum 1 minute rolling boil - unless you're above 1980m elevation, then boil for 3 minutes) I use a filter squeeze bottle, and I take a few water purification tablets as backup. When cooking meals that will be boiling a while, I don't worry about filtering the water first as the cooking will kill any nasties. Chances are, clear, fast flowing water in the wild will not pose you any harm - I have accidentally drank it a few times unfiltered and nothing bad has come of it. However, there can be things up-stream that can make you sick, a dead animal for example, or harmful algae in the water. It's always best to be on the safe side and purify it first. Use hand sanitiser to clean your hands and prevent sickness
TAKE PLENTY OF FOOD You'll burn through a lot of calories when hiking. Take extra food in case you get hungry or get held up in the wild. Staying well fed will also help to keep you warm.
LOOK AFTER YOUR FEET Your feet can go downhill fast in wet or cold conditions, and from wearing wet footwear, which is often unavoidable. Always clean and air your feet at camp at night, keep a separate dry pair of socks to wear at night and use talc to dry them thoroughly. Hand warmers can be a godsend if you are prone to cold feet and hands - pop one in the bottom of your sleeping bag. If you get a warm lunch stop, take off your boots and socks and let everything dry out. Consider waterproof socks in colder months
EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED & BE PREPARED Weather can change drastically. Gear can fail. Falls and accidents can and do happen. You might have a beautiful, easy-going trip in a place one time, and then have a really difficult trip the next time you go there. Bring back up gear - a bivi bag, a second way of lighting a stove in case your lighter breaks, a few purification tabs in case your filter breaks, a spare bootlace or cordage, repair patches for your inflatable sleeping mat.. these little things can save your trip
KNOW YOUR LIMITS I love to challenge myself, but it's a good idea to work up to things gradually. Plan routes and locations according to your personal level of experience, confidence and knowledge. It's totally fine to not be able to walk far with a heavy pack. It's also totally fine to want to avoid heights
SAFETY OVER EGO We all want to reach the summit we had planned for, or maybe make a certain distance in a day. But really all that matters is that you're coming home again, that you'll live to tell the tale. Listen to your gut. If it's telling you somethings wrong, if it doesn't feel right, turn back. The mountains will still be there another day
Looking after The Wild Places
As hikers, wild campers, wild swimmers, paddle-boarders, fell-runners or any other kind of outdoor enthusiast, we each have a responsibility to the places that we pass through. No one is perfect, and all living things impact on their surroundings in some way. But we can make a huge difference by doing our best and making mindful decisions and choices
LEAVE NO TRACE (LNT) The Leave No Trace ethic means that everything that we bring into the wild, goes back home with us. I take a small bag for rubbish, and a backup bag in case it splits. Every bit of waste goes into this - including food scraps. It's really not ok to litter with organic substances such as orange or banana peel either. Aside from footprints in the mud or a small, slightly flattened patch of grass where your tent was, there should be no evidence that you were ever there.
DON'T HAVE FIRES IN NATIONAL PARKS National parks are not the place for a fire. They can be a hazard in hot or dry conditions and they scorch the ground, breaking the LNT ethic. I do sometimes have a small, contained fire outside of the national parks in my local woodland - providing conditions are suitable. I use a small fire pit or a fire box to raise the fire off the ground and contain it. This is the most responsible way to have a fire. If you choose to have a fire on the ground, learn and use correct and safe fire procedure and again, leave no trace - there should be no sign of it after.
BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU'RE STANDING ON Sometimes, (or often, in the more remote areas) paths marked on maps are so overgrown that they no longer exist. Or, a right of way may exist where there is no path. Sometimes, we have to come off trails for various reasons; to pitch for the night, to go to the toilet, or to reach a better path. The animals leave small tracks and trails everywhere - follow the numerous game trails instead of treading directly on foliage. And lift your feet so as not to scuff the ground.
GOING TO THE LOO When nature calls, find a spot at least 60m from water sources and trails, and use a lightweight trowel to dig a cathole at least 15-20cm deep. After going to the loo, fill the hole in with the soil that came out of it. Maybe stick a rock on top of it too. Do not bury tissues or wipes - these should all go home with you in your rubbish bag. Clean your hands with alcohol after going to the loo.
PROTECTING THE WILDLIFE Admire animals from a distance and never approach them. Keep extra distance from mothers with their young. Don't try to hold or handle small creatures such as newts, they don't like it. Don't feed wild animals - they don't need it and it can harm them. Close gates behind you
PROTECTING THE WATER Be mindful and consider not entering wild water if you have bug sprays, sunscreens or lotions applied to your skin, or chemical styling products in your hair. If you plan to be in the water, consider using natural self-care alternatives in the leadup to your trip, and using an eco-friendly formula to wash swim clothes and swim shoes at home between trips.
Where possible, I like to use coconut oil (don't use this on bare skin in the sun as oils can make you burn), natural salt or charcoal deodorants and pure aloe vera gel in place of more artificial self care products. These things can really help to reduce your chemical load, if you're interested in that kinda thing
RESPECT OTHERS We all head into the wild to get away from it all. Don't play loud music, and don't play music at all if you're around other people - use headphones. Be courteous and stand aside on trails to let others pass. Camp away from other people and try not to be visible from trails. Camping in large, noisy groups can be disruptive. Most importantly, leave the wild exactly as you would wish to find it.
GO THE EXTRA MILE Please consider picking up any litter that you might find along the way, if it is safe to do so
GORGE WALKING There is a code of conduct for gorge walking. Always read signs and information about the gorge that you'll be travelling in - there might be areas of rare species that need to be avoided
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It was a humid afternoon in early august, and I decided to start my trip in the Moelwyns with what I assumed would be a fairly straight forward wander, following a stream. In retrospect, I’m not sure why I expected this to be the case, but I was well prepared for this one with both a dry set of clothes and a wet set, and hiking sandals, which would give me better grip on the slippery rocks than my usual flimsy water shoes. This way I was well kitted out for travelling by both water and dry land – the wet clothes being free from any bug sprays or toxins, and the dry clothes treated with tick protection
I started up the river in light rain, always checking my legs for leeches, and pretty soon found it impossible to continue any further due to fallen trees blocking the way. I put my dry clothes back on, scaled a drystone wall and travelled on dry land for a bit, following game trails before returning back to the river further up and out in the open
The going was slow, and on this first afternoon I managed to travel only 2.5km before I realised, I was soon going to run out of daylight. I pitch my tent on some lumpy, soggy ground – the only spot available – arranged my things and heated up a home-made chicken curry as the rain got heavier. I always like to bring a tasty meal from the freezer for my first night. It’s heavy, but I don’t mind carrying it just for the first afternoon. It’s such a tasty home comfort and I love having some ‘proper food’ before the noodles, packet pastas and snack bars become my staple diet for the next few days I was close to a waterfall marked on the map, although I couldn’t see it through the trees ahead. Tomorrow I’d see if I could find it
A big beautiful moth started dive bombing me, attracted by my head torch. After a fair amount of shrieking, I turned off my light and relaxed in the dark, with the rain pitter-pattering around me. Being dry and cosy in a tent in the rain is one of my favourite things. It was warm too, nearly 18°C at night! So, I settled down for bed with my door half open, comfy on my sleep mat, my head perfectly propped up by a big lumpy mound underneath the tent. Sometimes being on lumpy ground can be horrible, but sometimes it makes for a perfect, comfy lil nook.
DAY 2
I woke from a deep and restful sleep to a warm sunny day, 18°C in the shade and perfect for continuing my soggy adventure. I was surrounded by ferns and purple heather as I mopped up the condensation in the tent, had a pastry and a chocolate coffee, and then got on my way. I’d aim to keep following the river, which according to my map would lead me to the Cambrian way, just a few kilometres north
With the area around my camp inaccessible by land, I plopped back into the now mid-thigh water and contorted my way through and over a few evergreen boughs that were crossing the river, before arriving at the falls, which were not really waterfalls as such, but water tumbling over rocky shelves. I took off my rucksack and hauled it up a rocky shelf, before scrambling up and finding a lovely wide pool to have a dip in, a rest in the sun on my own private slab of smooth rock next to the water, and tuna mayo sandwiches for lunch
I continued on upstream, moving slowly, assessing each new obstacle. At times I had to leave the water again due to impassable slippery falls or trees blocking the way, and then I’d be following game trails and at one point, trying to find the way under the leaves of 6-foot ferns instead. Back in the water, I’d ended up on my hands and knees, underneath low-hanging dead branches, crawling up the shallow stoney riverbed with my 15kilo rucksack on my back and wondering what on earth I was playing at. I giggled at how daft it all was and at the silliness of my thinking this would be simple
But before long, after a couple more scrambles and a bit more sploshy crawling, I finally emerged into the open, alongside the Cambrian Way. I had made it, and as I sat in the sun having a snack and a rest, I realised an entire day had now passed since I started up the 4km stretch of river. It must have been one of the slowest ways I’d ever travelled. It’d been fun, but it was taxing, and I was glad to finish this section. I donned my dry clothes, and wandered along the Cambrian Way, enjoying every dry and easy step. Cnicht rose ahead of me, his perfect pointy-triangular form dominating the horizon in the north east. I was now entering familiar territory, but I’d not had such good luck here in the past..
On my first attempt at Cnicht a few years ago, I came in from the west, and ended up shrieking, absolutely covered in ticks and barrelling back down to my car as fast as I could. I removed around 40 of them that had bitten on, and continued to find them over the days that followed.. in my bed.. in my car. Real nasty. That was the last time I would ever venture into the wild without tick treating my hiking clothes
For my second attempt, I came in from the south, and a gust of wind whipped down the valley with such power that it flattened my tent. The poles had snapped in multiple places, and I packed up at sunset, hurrying back down to my car as darkness fell
The third attempt didn’t even happen. I’d parked up on the Blaenau Ffestiniog side to the east, decided it looked far too busy for my liking and drove off to a different location in the Hebog range – where I got out of my car and proceeded to immediately dislocate my right ankle. I had just started out, about 10 metres from the car when it happened. I didn’t trip or fall, just a random snapping in-and-out of the joint that caused damage to multiple ligaments on one side of my ankle and broke a bit of bone off the other side. It was exceptionally painful, and I remember letting out a howl as the initial surge of pain ripped through me, but then the pain just.. disappeared. At the time I assumed this meant it wasn’t a significant injury, I thought I’d just overreacted to twisting my ankle, so I carried on. But I found out later that the pain had disappeared because my nerves had been overstretched and damaged, making the ankle go numb. I didn’t realise I was even injured until I saw the swelling and felt the dull throbbing the next morning. It would take months to heal and unfortunately, it would permanently destabilise the joint. Where possible, I was now hiking with ankle supports and high-ankle boots So, the curse of Cnicht continued. This time, I was coming in from a new route south west. I wasn’t sure if I would attempt the mountain or not. I’d see how I felt about it as the trip progressed. Seeing him ahead made me feel slightly uneasy, and I wondered if I would ever make my peace with this one, or maybe, it was just not meant to be
I decided to part with the river here, the rest of which looked densely packed with foliage and entirely inaccessible, and have a go at getting up to the top of a big rocky hill, where I’d find a mountain lake for night two, if I could make it The way was beautiful, finding a route among rocky crags and heather, until at last the small lake popped into view. It was sitting in a shallow bowl, with the Snowdon range rising behind, the high peaks reaching into the clouds
I pitched the tent and made myself some pasta for tea as it grew dark. My legs were now decorated with light surface scratches from the last day of adventures. There were four strange bangs from the direction of Snowdon.. loud, deep booms that sounded like explosions, and briefly lit up the sky above the horizon. I wondered what they could be, but was never able to find out. I poured over my map and debated where to go next. From here I could visit more lakes a little further north, and then head down eastward into the valley next to the west face of Cnicht. Maybe I could attempt Cnicht tomorrow? I wasn’t sure. I’d sleep on it, and see what the weather was looking like in the morning
Thick clouds would roll in overnight, but before they did, I could watch stars twinkling across the sky over the lake, and the milky way hung above the tent as I fell asleep
DAY 3
I woke on day three not feeling particularly refreshed, to wind and a bit of rain. Summer had apparently gone. It was cooler and felt like overnight the season had flipped into autumn. I chucked my waterproofs on, packed away the tent and started heading up toward the other lakes to the north. The wind was buffeting and whipping around, and as I reached the next lake, the water on its surface was being dragged about by the gusts above it. It felt like winter and I cringed at the thought of swimming in the lakes, as I’d imagined I’d be doing on a summer trip in August. Cnicht behind me looked suspiciously dark and foreboding. I decided that it wasn’t going to happen. Cnicht, once again, was just not meant to be
So instead, I’d follow the valley south. There was a ‘cave’ that I could stop in for lunch sheltered from most of the wind (this cave being a big slab of rock perched on top of other rocks – I’d no idea if it was a natural formation caused by rocks just happening to settle in this arrangement, or if it had been made by people as a mountain shelter). And then I’d continue down, dodging boggy ground, away from the mountains, looking for another waterfall marked on the map. I’d passed through the area before, but not investigated the waterfall
On the way down I spotted a huge form of a figure, lurching along a ridge in the distance. I couldn’t work out why the figure was so big, and thought maybe I’d spotted a yeti. When I got home and could zoom into the footage, I could see that it was actually a person carrying a bike on their shoulders – how disappointing haha!
As I dropped in elevation, it was pleasantly warmer, and the wind was easing too. I passed through small woodlands of tangly oaks and fern-laden ridges, admiring the beautiful views of dark mountains bordered by green foliage and berries In the next bit of woodland I’d find the waterfall, a two-tier fall. I wanted to explore the upper tier, which was mostly hidden from view, but this would have involved an extended amount of time being wet and scrambling up, and I figured it was too chilly for such a thing today and I’d have been risking hyperthermia, particularly if I’d have struggled to get back down again. It wasn’t worth the risk, but I was definitely going to enjoy the clear water of the lower falls, where there was a deep enough plunge pool to have a little swim, immerse myself in the wild water, and then find two leeches on my swim clothes. Relieved that there were none on me, I returned them to the water and went to find somewhere to pitch for night three. The tent went down next to a river. I wasn’t far from my car now, having completed most of an unplanned, 17km circular route. It wasn’t far, especially not for summer, when I’d usually be travelling longer distances. But it had sure been an adventure. I fell asleep to the sound of the river rushing by and the leaves on the higher trees rustling in the winds above. I was sheltered here, and cosy
DAY 4
My alarm woke me on day four, as on the last day, I have to get up and going, back to schedules and routines. It was still half dark, another gloomy morning, but pleasantly so. I made a coffee to go with my now four-day-old chocolate pastry (still delicious!) and had a paddle in the river
Once again, I hadn’t succeeded in summited Cnicht, or even attempted him. But this trip was still a success. And I realised; I wasn’t covered in ticks. My tent was in once piece. I wasn’t injured. Had the curse of Cnicht finally been broken? Maybe we were warming to each other. Maybe next time, he’d invite me to stand on his shoulders, but we weren’t there yet, and that was ok.
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Gear List - 2 Nights in the Wild in May
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It was early May, and I’d arrived in the Arans in southern Eryri in beautiful sunshine, and a rare few days of good weather forecast. I had a circular route planned out on my maps, but I wasn’t sure if it would be doable, so I set off up the first valley to see what was in store
It wasn’t long before Pistyll Gwyn came into view – a very tall waterfall at the end of the valley. The fall was sparse during this spell of warm dry weather, but its height was impressive. I decided to have my first dunk of the year in a pool at the bottom, a welcome refresh, before assessing where to go next.
I had hoped to be able to follow the path on the map up alongside the waterfall, but as I had suspected from the contour lines on the map, it was ridiculously steep and exposed. I shuddered at what looked to me to be a near-vertical cliff and decided to find a different way – I would scale a nearby hill instead, and try to make it round in that direction.
I made my way up the hill, taking an animal track about half way up and following it round in a curve onto a smooth, grassy ridge. All of a sudden, I realised I had a plummeting drop to my right. Not vertical, but steep enough that if I slipped or fell, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I clawed for the fence along the top of the ridge, thankful that it was there, and nervously started to edge my way back down the way I had come. It looked like I wouldn’t be able to find a way out of this valley, so I would pitch back up by the tall falls, and re-evaluate how to continue tomorrow.
I struggled to find anywhere to pitch; the ground was either in full view of a path, or boggy, or steep. Eventually I found a small patch of grass – not perfect, but good enough, and the tent went down. I had only traveled 7km today, mostly around in circles. The stars came out and I poured over my map, deciding that in the morning I would backtrack to where I’d started, and continue on in the opposite direction. There was a different hill that I thought I could manage, and on the other side of that, waterfalls were marked on the map
DAY 2 I woke from a pretty rubbish sleep – my pitch being even less perfect that I thought it was, as I kept sliding into a ditch during the night. But, it was another warm and pleasant day and I set of, heading back out of the valley, chucked my rubbish bag in my car and crossed over the Afon Dyfi to the other side. I followed tracks along the edge of small woodlands in dappled sunlight and passed old, half-collapsed stone huts. I stopped for lunch, filled up on water at what might be the last stream until I reached the waterfalls later on, soaked my t-shirt in an attempt to stay cool in the 20-degree heat and started slogging upwards on easy, switchback tracks that would lead me up to an unassuming 450m plateau. I passed a tree that had exploded, assuming that it must have been hit by lighting. It was smashed into a thousand pieces, with lumps of black charcoal scattered about. Sheep grazed around it uncaring, and I pondered at the fragility of life.. here one minute, smashed to smithereens the next. The chances of it happening were so small, but this tree had been one of the unlucky ones. Its time was up, and that was that.
On reaching the plateau I sat in the shade and rested a while. I had good views now, and could see the huge form of Aran Fawddwy rising in the distance. I soaked my cap in water and continued on, now following deep, dried out tractor tracks. The tracks eventually ended and the remaining haul up to the modest summit of the hill was a pathless one, but easy enough. I carried on down the other side, in search of the waterfalls marked on the map
A couple more km of walking bought me onto a track, where a beautiful waterfall could be seen pouring out of a deep cleft in the hills. I dropped down further into the valley to see if I could find a way around to it, and on my way came across the most idyllic mini waterfall and pool with blue-tinted water, overhung by greenery. Being in the pool was heavenly, and as I cooled off, I could imagine that I was in a jungle. Leaves and flowers danced lightly in the warm breeze and I could not have been happier
Once again refreshed, I attempted to reach the bigger falls behind, but struggled on the terrain. It was grassy but steep, with a threatening drop off into a gorge. I looked down at the potential fall below me and once again decided to backtrack, scooting along low to the ground until the danger had passed. I didn’t fancy it. There were 3 sheep skeletons scattered about, and I considered that they may have fallen down here.. I didn’t want to join them
With the ground being too wonky-donkey to pitch a tent, I continued on, still with 3 hours of daylight until sunset to work with. I followed footpaths down onto the sweltering valley road, seeing that it would eventually lead me to a new area of open access land with a river running through. I would follow it and hopefully find somewhere to stop for the night, but on arriving there, it was not promising. The ground was too steep and the river was inaccessible. I debated what to do, filled up on water at a tiny trickle by the side of the road, and decided to head straight on up the hill, which was beautiful, and shrouded in bluebells.
Cows from the valley moo-ed loudly behind me and I dragged my weary body up and up as the sun fell lower, expecting that I might have to bivi camp. But, to my pleasant surprise, there was a flat area of track near the top, which I followed along a way, until I came to a perfect little flat area of grass for my tent. I whipped it up and collapsed into it after the days hot, 15km walk, arranged my things and watched the sun go down. What a blessing it was to sit down, and to have my tent up I cooked myself some pasta and wondered why it was still so bright out. It was night time, with a tiny crescent moon, but I felt like I were sitting out under a bright full moon. My surroundings seemed to glow in an unusual fashion.. I shrugged it off, thinking that I must be imagining things, and got my bed ready for what I hoped would be a good night sleep, as I was planning to head for the opposite hills the next morning.
It was around 11pm that I popped outside to look around, and saw the giant beams of pink and green light emerging from the night sky above my head. My initial thought was that I was about to be abducted by aliens, or that some kind of apocalypse was starting, before I rationalised that this must be the Northern Lights. Over North Wales. It was something that I never expected, and a sight that my mind was struggling to process. I had seen the northern lights before in Iceland; green ribbons across the sky, but they were nothing like this. This was bigger, more powerful. I had no phone reception so sent my friend Ash a message from my PLB, asking if something had happened with the sun. He was asleep, so I wouldn’t find out until morning, that there had been solar flares. I was witnessing the strongest solar storm in decades, alone, on top of this hill of bluebells, and I couldn’t quite believe what was seeing.
I watched the colours and beams glide across the sky for hours, eventually fading away early morning, not long before the sun would start to rise. I tried to sleep, but I was so unsettled and excited by the unexpected lights that I couldn’t relax
DAY 3
I woke after a pitiful rest to another warm and beautiful day, and straight away looked at my camera footage to check that I wasn’t going mad. Nope, it really happened
I decided that I was too sleep deprived to continue on with the trip as I had planned. I’d head back toward my car now, via the valley roads, so that I would be less likely to trip and injure myself in my tired state. I thought about all the things that had bought me here; not being able to scale the path next to the tall waterfall, my fear of heights halting my way over the first hill, getting stuck in the valley and having to change course, there being nowhere to pitch at the second waterfalls, or along the valley road. It had all led me here, to this hill with wide open views, where I would experience something that likely, will never happen to me again in my life time. How strange it is where life takes you sometimes
SOUNDTRACK
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Breath of Whiskey – Franz Gordon Goya – Aerian Silent Waves – Helmet Schenker Spring is you (instrumental version) – Niklas Gabrielsson with Martin Landstrom & his Orchestra Aristocratic Spin – Monument Music Beauty in Bloom – Vens Adams Floating – Ambyion From Now On – RA Gone – AK Intro – Brock Hewitt Stories in Sound Tabucco – Dominique Charpentier
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Gear List - 2 Nights in the Wild in March
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New Life – Ardie Son A Window to Your World – Earth Tone Looking Back From Here – Laurel Violet Home Journey – Sémø Escape Velocity – Steven Beddall Softhearted Identity – Lance Conrad Hope and Heisenberg – Spearfisher ft. Cicely Parnas A Forest Melody – Tellsonic Boundless Repetition – Victor Lundberg Eyries – Jakob Ahlbom
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Trip Journal & MAPS
DAY 1 It was the 1st of March as I set out for my last trip of Winter. The weather forecast was, as usual, grim and uncertain as hell, so I decided not to plan a route for this one – instead trying a different approach of wandering in whichever direction I felt most drawn to. I wanted to keep it simple and free, and just see where it took me.
I picked a layby next to a forest in the Hebog Range of Eryri, said goodbye to Landy and got on my way.
The mountains welcomed me with rain and sleet as I set off crossing a ford, but as I wandered on in a vaguely westerly direction, the skies brightened and I could see snowy peaks surrounding me. I passed a tranquil forest lake and continued to climb higher, ambling over and around fallen trees and dodging bogs, until I came to a place suitable to pitch my tent at around 380m elevation. Here I was at the top of the tree line above the forest, looking over a valley backed by big peaks I found a trickle of water to fill my bottles, and had my tea (chilli and rice with bread & butter – a camping fav!) As darkness fell, the temperature dropped swiftly into minus and the stars sparkled in the cold night sky. With the moon still far below the horizon, the stars were so bright that I almost felt that I’d cheated the system in some way.. like the beauty of this universe above me was supposed to be hidden somehow, because surely, it was too special and awe-inspiring to be seen by little me, all alone on this hill. I marvelled at it a while and then settled down to sleep – it was -3°C but I was cosy and snug in my sleeping bag.
DAY 2
I woke well rested after a deep, 7-hour sleep, to the sound of a bird quietly chirping in some nearby tree. Aside from the bird, the mountains were silent. The view as I unzipped the tent door was one of my favourite morning sights yet; light clouds were dancing over the big snow-dusted peaks, against a blue sky, all framed by evergreens. This felt like a special place and I lingered quite a while, having a lazy breakfast of pastry and chocolate coffee, as I took it all in and felt the light warmth from the morning sun
As I set off on my way back to the path, I found the bogs frozen over, and noticed they were full of what looked like frogspawn.. would they survive being frozen? I hoped so, but their prospects seemed pretty bleak
I continued on the path that I had started up the previous day, and soon new views and new peaks opened up in front of me. I followed a drystone wall along a particularly boggy stretch, clinging to it and hopping between rocks to prevent myself sinking into the sloshy wetness beneath my feet. I rounded a corner and saw in the distance old mine buildings set into a hillside, and down in this new valley to the south, I could see a small lake that I had visited before – at the end of last summer, when I dislocated my ankle. I remembered sitting in my tent with my swollen appendage, looking up at where I was now. I wished I could go and explore it, but knew I had no choice but to go home and sort out the injury. I was glad to be here now, and continued on toward the mines
I was walking mindfully, taking care not to slide down a gradient to my left, when I noticed something huge appearing in front of me. At first I just saw something big and dark, and then I realised it was a giant hole in the ground. The thing was unexpected and made me reel a bit with my fear of heights, but I enjoyed the fact that there were no fences around this gaping monstrosity. Being close to it felt both sickening and exciting, and I was curious as to what it actually was.. some part of the mines, I assumed. It was so big, that multiple trees were growing inside it, their tips only just peaking out of the top of the hole. I approached it on my hands and knees and sent my camera over on a long pole so that I could glimpse inside without getting too close for comfort. The sound of water dripping down the sheer walls sent a chill down my spine. I imagined falling into this thing and being trapped down there.. *shudder*. Time to move on
I wandered around some old mining buildings, looked on at views of mountains framed by slate windows. I wondered who had lived and worked here, and what their existence would have been like. Unimaginably hard, no doubt. A gust of wind came through and I felt I could almost feel the energies of past lives.. spirits of the mountains and the mines. I decided to start heading north, and soon came upon another hole. This one was even bigger, but unlike the former, there was a scree slope leading down into it on one side. I tentatively made my way down to the bottom of the huge bowl and followed more dripping water sounds to a hidden tunnel in the rock. The floor of the tunnel was flooded and I couldn’t see an end to it, it just continued on until the daylight couldn’t reach any further and it was taken by darkness. I stepped back into the sun and took a break for lunch. A few hikers appeared at the rim of the hole before carrying on their journey. As I emerged, I noticed another tunnel cut into the rock above the hole, and went to investigate. I scrambled over some rocks to avoid the sheer drop back into the hole on my left, and found this tunnel much the same as the last; flooded and filled with echoing dripping sounds. Ferns swayed gently at the entrance. I wondered how far these tunnels went back into the mountain and what horrific chasms and dark deathly drops might be found inside. I always find mines both fascinating and terrifying in equal measure
Leaving the mines behind now, my path climbed and then opened out. I was at the top of the tree line again, at a different part of the forest. Here I was surrounded with spruce trees, so fresh and green and magical. I was almost skipping as I followed a stoney path back down into the forest, the last remnants of snow melting along the track. Now on a forest road, it forked off in two different directions. I chose to head north east, simply because it felt more appealing, and soon chose to come off the path entirely into the forest. The days were still fairly short, and I would soon need to find somewhere to stop for the night. It wasn’t long at all before I stepped out of the trees into a small brook, which I followed up to the most idyllic little spot to pitch my tent - a clearing surrounded by evergreens, with my own private stream. I pitched the tent and paddled briefly in the biting 6°C water, before cosying up into my sleeping bag and making my tea – tonight it was cheese and ham pasta. The rain and sleet came, and carried on all through the night. As I dozed off, I thought about what a blessing it was that all of the freezing rain had waited until I was warm and dry in my tent
DAY 3
I woke after another restful night to a still morning. The rain had been and gone and it was time to start heading back toward where I started – the first day of the trip that I had a destination to aim for
The wander back through the forest was pleasant and easy. I tried navigating with only my compass in a general south easterly direction and eventually found my way back to my car.
This weekend had been nothing like what I expected. Instead of the bad-weather fiasco that I was bracing for, it instead turned out to be a real treat and the perfect end to this long, wet winter. (Which according to the met office, was the 8th wettest winter since records began, and I certainly felt it!)
I guess if you have the right gear to keep you safe and warm in any conditions and are confident in bad weather, it can sometimes be worth taking a risk on a dodgy-forecast weekend. You just might get something real special
My tracker measured this as a 15km circular, but this would have included all my back-and forth to the camera and investigating various holes & mines etc. I would estimate this to be roughly a 13km route.
GEAR LIST - 3 Nights Alone in the Wild in January
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Trip Journal
DAY 1 The first day of my Rhinogydd Adventure. It was January, and I intended to start the year with a few days in the wild, and hopefully blow away some of those winter cobwebs. Feeling slightly jaded by the dark days, with my home on my back, I wandered through the evergreen goodness of the valley forest before heading up rocky paths, interspersed with old stone bridges. Already I could feel myself waking up, coming back to life
After staying low on my last couple of trips; first because of a busted ankle and then due to the weather, this weekend I was going to attempt to get up higher. Up on to a ridge between the two highest peaks in the Rhinogydd; Diffwys & Y Llethr, which both grace the Cambrian Way. But the days are so short in winter, and I wouldn’t have time to get up onto the ridge on this first day
A light rain drizzled on and off, and a rainbow emerged from the valley as the sun got low. The scenes on this ascent were heartbreakingly beautiful; low clouds drifting past, hiding the summits, and the sun setting behind them like a glowing orb I decided to pitch at around 550m, close to a trickle of water, with views over the valley. The weather was starting to get up a bit. It was fairly mild for January but the forecast predicted a drop into freezing temperatures by the next evening, so I was kitted out with all my winter gear
I was feeling a little uncertain, which is pretty common for me on night 1 of a trip. It can take me a little while to settle in. I was worrying about a steep section on the map that I would have to ascend the next day, and I found it hard to sleep, catching an hour here and there between listening to the rain and wind on the tent
DAY 2
I woke on day two to the pitter-patter of rain on the tent, which soon gave way to the most beautiful sunrise. Cadair Idris stood high across the valley, and the backlit hills in front of her created shimmery, golden layers in the morning light. I had first woken feeling groggy, having not slept very well – I’d been worrying about a steep section that I’d soon be taking on. But looking out over these views, taking in the fresh morning air and feeling the winter sun on my skin perked me right up. I had a pastry and a chocolate coffee, packed up and got on my way
Feeling a little nervy, I approached the steep section that’d been giving me all the heebie-jeebies. It was steep, but it didn’t appear to be dangerously so. A slip would result in a tumble rather than a fall (which is my personal way of assessing if I can reasonably attempt a route or not), and this reassured me. I scrambled over rockfall and clawed my way onto a grass bank, over half way up the steep part, before realising that I had somehow bypassed a path. Still steep but no doubt easier going than the wonky approach I had just taken. It was a bit of a daft mistake, but I was pleased to find that this steep section was nowhere near as scary as I was worried it might be. Before long I was slogging up the last grass bank, and popped out onto the ridge between Diffwys and Y Llethr
With a few daylight hours ahead, I decided to summit Diffwys – an easy walk along the ridge, which also forms part of the Cambrian Way. As I climbed higher, I noticed I was above the clouds in the valley. As I approached the peak, clouds came drifting past, engulfing me in a misty white haze
At the summit, the clouds had passed, and I had a clear view. I peered over the edge and felt my stomach roll at the sight of the 500m drop below me, and retreated sharpish back to the safety of the trig point. I plonked down next to it and sat a while, taking it all in, and feeling accomplished. Climbing to 750m with my 18kg winter kit on my back was quite something for me, and while this is one of the lower peaks of Eyrie, I felt on top of the world
Tonight I had planned to have a lake camp at Llyn Dulyn. To the north of Diffwys and nestled at 530m between the two peaks, I would have to find my own pathless way down there, and I hoped not to encounter any unwelcome bogs. I needn’t have worried though, as the going was fine. Tufty and wet and time consuming, but nothing to fall into – at least, not on the route I took.
As I pitched by the lake, the wind dropped and the water became like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding cliffs over its surface. The air was dropping to freezing, and I paddled in the biting, 5°C water, very briefly indeed before retreating to my sleeping bag and my hand warmer. As the night froze, the stars came out, and I could see the pale ribbon of the milky way with the naked eye, snaking across the sky. Orion slowly rose above the cliffs, appearing as if he were clambering over them. I fell into a deep sleep, finally settled into the way of being a mountain nomad for a short time
DAY 3
I woke to a frosty morning; all pink-tinted skies and low hanging clouds, the grass white and sparkly. I crunched over to the lake and found the water around the edge frozen. The air was silent, apart from the sounds of a couple of groups of hikers passing along the Cambrian way above, which would turn out to be the only souls that I encountered on this trip. Usually, I would make brief acquaintance with animals of bugs, but because of the cold, there were not even any beasts for company Having had a deep and restful sleep, I decided to try for another peak; Y Llethr - the highest point in the Rhinoggyd. The walk back up on to the ridge was cold and blue, and I appreciated the ascent to get my blood pumping and keep me warm. There was a stiff breeze, and in the freezing temperatures, it had quite a kick
Back up on the ridge, the winter sun burst into view, melting all the ice in its path. I would dip in and out of two different worlds as I followed the drystone wall along the ridge; one sunlit, spring-like and green, and then back into the shadows, icy and wintery
It felt like a bit of a slog, but I eventually reached the rounded summit of Y Llethr, 756m - but not feeling like so much of a summit because of its gentle sweeping views east and west. I could see for miles around, from the valley that I started in a couple days ago looking south-east, all the way to the Snowdon range in the north. It felt arctic up here, the wind chill threatening to eat right through my layers, so I didn’t stay for long. Still feeling energised and thinking it would be a good idea to camp lower out of the cold wind, I started heading back down. And I just kept going, all the way along the ridge, back to the saddle, back down the steep section (I took the right way down this time) and progressing ever closer to the valley I stopped and looked over the lay of the land, and worked out a place that I wanted to pitch for the night – close to the tree line, but high enough to still have the views. With a spot in mind, I headed in that direction, collecting water, traversing heather, the sun disappearing below the rocks just as I arrived at my spot, and man, it was beautiful.
My tent went up among rocky outcrops, with Garn Fach and Y Garn filling my horizon. Evergreens filled the valley just below me. I lay on a rock and watched the sky, before collapsing exhausted into my tent. It was the most perfect place to spend my last night. There was no wind now, and my trusty friend Orion again rose into view in the cold night, perfectly framed by the opening of my tent door
DAY 4 The last morning is always bitter sweet, especially when it’s such a beautiful one. I’ve been missing loved ones, and I’m craving decent food and the easy comforts of home. But I have to leave this. This place where I feel so at peace. No social anxieties... none of those modern-life stresses
The morning was cold and bright, and as the sun rose, lines of clouds rolled and spun in the sky, the sun shining through the gap between them. I had a lazy breakfast and packed up my camp, pondering the briefness of my passing through here. And my fleeting existence, compared to these rocks around me and this sky above me, that keeps on turning relentlessly, uncaring if I’m here or not. As I return to my regular life, I feel so glad that I came here and experienced this. Another wild few days that will stay with me forever and help me to feel not only capable, but deeply grateful
GEAR LIST - 3 Nights Alone in the Wild in November
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SHELTER / TENT Tent Hilleberg Soulo + Footprint (Bad Weather Test & details about this tent here: https://youtu.be/mUi1IGskBig) + Delta Ground Anchors
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Trip Journal
Day 1 | Distance travelled: 5km | Weather: mild & pleasant
I arrived in the Moelwyns to a bright afternoon with a few butterflies in my tummy.. I’d not been out for a multi-night for a while and the weather forecast was all over the place. I didn’t know what to expect, but, prepared for everything from sunshine to snow, I sloshed off from the Crimea Pass into the soggy November mountains
Moel Siabod watched over me quietly as I picked my way through mud and heather, heading north. I was carrying 18kilos, on the lookout for bogs and shuddering at the thought of falling into one. The day was mild and pleasant, and I stopped to look over a valley. I’d need to cross this valley to get to where I’d hoped to pitch for the night, so I started heading down, soon hearing a chorus of mooing cows. I really don’t like cows. I’ve been chased by a heard of angry horned cows before, and had to throw myself over a barbed wire fence to escape
I came through a short stone tunnel and emerged to see the cows wandering all over and around the footpath. Cows on a public right of way – not the best, at least, not for someone who’s afraid of them
Usually, I’d find another way around, but I needed to cross this valley. I nervously wombled through, talking to the cows and hoping they didn’t mind my passing, which they didn’t. Thankfully they weren’t bothered by my presence at all, and I soon emerged out from the cow-ridden tracks and started climbing up the other side of the valley
It was almost dusk as I found a place to pitch at 310m elevation, a little bit wonky, but flat enough. Moel Siabod stood behind and views of Ysgafell Wen, Moel Druman and Allt-fawr graced the distant skyline; the 20km circular than I was hoping to do would take me along this ridge, but a quick look at the changing forecast gave me an uncomfortable, nagging feeling. Apparently, heavy rain and gale force winds were coming, and I didn’t want to be up there alone, in unfamiliar territory and insane weather, not even knowing if my way would be passable
I took off my boots, gaiters and waterproof over-socks to find that my lil merino under-socks were still dry, despite splashing though water and trudging through mud all afternoon. Have I finally cracked it? Figured out how to keep my feet dry? This is promising.. I hate having wet feet, especially so early on in a trip.
I heard the distant rumbling of a train. The Conwy Valley Line passes underneath these mountains, a 4km long tunnel under the ground – the longest single line railway tunnel in the UK. It was feeling fresh now, about 5°C and Pleiades and the milky way sparkled through passing clouds as I had my tea – a warming, home cooked chicken tikka masala – and settled down for the night. I looked over my map for hours, trying to decide what to do to no avail, and fell into a restless, wondering sleep
Day 2 | Distance travelled: 4.1km | Weather: sunny, mild and pleasant, becoming overcast and cold later in the day, dropping to 2°C
I woke on Saturday morning before dawn to light rain on the tent, and watched the sun rise over the valley. I was tired, having not slept very well. I was still torn between doing the route that I was hoping to do, and taking a route more suited to the weather forecast. I decided to stay lower, avoiding the ridge, and make up a new route in the valley and lower peaks. There were mines, a lake and other points of interest that I could explore. For today, I would aim to head to Moel Lledr; from the map I could see that this is a 405m hill with a steep river gorge alongside it
As I packed up my tent, it was warm and sunny as spring, and I pondered that I probably looked a bit mad wandering around with an ice axe. But, the temperatures were due to drop, and you just ever know what’s gonna happen in the mountains. Snow is always a possibility when low temperatures and bad weather are forecast.
I set off heading south west, skirting the boundary line between the wild open-access land and the valley farmland. I crossed rocky streams and trudged through muddy, waist high tufty grass until the valley was behind me, and headed down to a river – the Afon Lledr. I scrambled down to the ruined settlement of Cwm Fynhadog Uchaf. Trees grew inside the roofless, moss-covered stone houses, taking back the land for themselves. The river rushed past and I crossed a stone bridge, and wondered who had lived here and what their lives were like. I stopped for some lunch before continuing on into the craggy landscape
Now I was following an easy track, an old mining track, and was able to travel faster. There was a bit of a chill in the air now, and I could see Moel Lledr and his beautiful river gorge alongside. As I got closer, I could see that this was a serious gorge – not one that I’d be able to travel up. It looked so majestic with water pouring over the top ledge in a small fall before rushing down the gully into the valley. I decided to pitch for night two next to a tumbling stream with mountain views all around I paddled briefly in the 6°C water, which felt icy but pleasant on my tired feet. And then settled down in my tent as I watched the darkness creep in and temperature on my thermometer plummet. 6 degrees, 5, 4, 3, 2. It had suddenly gotten cold. I could see my breath. And then, pouring over my map, I realised that I had pitched right under a lake, with a forecast of heavy rain, and this harmless looking stream that I was right next to was actually the lakes’ overflow flood path. If the lake were to burst it’s banks (something that I have seen happen in the mountains, at Llyn Gwynant), a torrent of cold water would come crashing down to my camp. Although unlikely, it still wasn’t worth the risk, and I wouldn’t have slept well worrying about it. So regrettably, I decided to move. I clipped my tent light onto my waist for extra light (my head torch is small and best suited to camp errands, not night hiking) and packed up before wandering off into the darkness. It was a new moon and exceptionally dark. I crossed the stream and headed east, away from the path of the water and up onto slightly higher ground. I could see nothing outside of my lil circle of light, like moving in a bubble, I could see the next few steps in front of me, but my wider surroundings were a mystery. I found a flat spot, and then realised it was just underneath a precariously perched boulder that looked like it might slide off and come crashing down any moment
I soon found a suitable spot at around 330m elevation, which, as far as I could tell, wasn’t in the path of potential flood water or falling boulders. I set up the tent again, and then turned off my lights and let my eyes adjust. What came into view was just magical. I could see low banks of clouds flowing over Yr Arddu in front of me, and Moel Siabod to the east. Above that, the sky was glowing with a million stars, all entwined with mist and fog. I felt like I were in a fairy tale After all the tent-moving fun, the rain never came in the end and the night was dry, cold and gorgeous
Day 3 | Distance travelled: only 2km | Weather: 5 degrees, rainy and windy
I woke on Sunday morning after a lovely, deep sleep, just in time to hear the rain start falling. I looked about to see where I was pitched, perched over the valley. It was a lazy morning in my tent, enjoying my chocolate coffee and a now 3-day-old pastry (which was still delicious, by the way). Today I’d planned to check out the mines close by, right on top of the hidden train tunnel through the rock underneath, and then try to find a way up to the lake above for tonight’s camp. The weather had arrived, although currently it was just a pleasant rain It didn’t take long to arrive at the mines, and I admired the huge rock pile, spewing out from the ground like a giant grey tongue. I pondered about how us humans make such marks on the land. We are so un-subtle. It’s almost as if we’re scrawling ‘humans were here’ everywhere that we go. Unsure whether I felt amazed by our industrious nature or appalled by it (probably a mix of both), I continued on to try and find the lake
The rain continued to fall and I felt right at home. I had missed this. My soul was souring as I climbed in elevation, the winds ever increasing. I trundled over, around and between what felt like countless rocky outcrops, at the top of each one expecting to be able to see the lake, but seeing nothing, except more rocky outcrops, more boggy, waterlogged marshy ground and more beautiful bleakness. Eventually I came upon the same stream that I had initially camped at the night before, although I was now higher of course. I followed it up to the lake – Llyn Dyrnogydd.
The rain dashed the surface of the water and I filled up my bottles. I kept finding the strangest substance on the ground – it was some form of jelly or slime; big, wobbly blobs of it, clear but with a slight whitish, blueish hue. I had never seen it before and had no idea what it was. I’ve researched it since and found that many other people have found it, and it’s also been tested in a lab, but no one seems to know what it is. Very odd.
I pitched by the lake at 460m elevation, close enough to have lake views, but high enough above it not to be concerned about potential flooding. I used ground anchors as I expected pretty brutal winds, and I had my own personal blobs of slime outside the tent, which I was observing with interest, as if they might morph into some kind of alien being during the night. As I peeled of my sodden wet coat and waterproofs, I found that my feet had somehow managed to stay dry despite a day in the rain and walking ankle-deep through streams (I think I may have actually cracked it!) I got onto my dry bed clothes and then one-by-one put on my damp hiking tops, drying them off with my body heat. I didn’t want to put on cold, damp tops in the morning, although I would still have to tolerate putting on wet bottoms and a wet coat, there was no way I was gonna be able to dry those off too.
As the night wore on, the wind continued to pick up. I dozed on and off between the worst of the weather, but woke at 5am, the tent shaking so violently that I decided to give up on sleep. A lone frog sat by my tent door, taking shelter from the powerful gusts and lashing rain. We sat together for a while, two souls out in the wild. It’s strange I suppose, but I feel a bond with the creatures that I encounter out here. This frog appeared to have no fear of me. He was sheltering, just as I was. We were so different, yet we were the same. Two little lives, insignificant as far as the weather and the mountains were concerned. The wild did not care one jot about us; it didn’t care if we were uncomfortable, frightened, or even if we survived, but I feel that night that there was a silent nod between species.. ‘rough night huh.. let’s see it out together’. A brief kinship. I’ll not forget that lil frog.
Day 4 | Distance travelled: 1.5km back to my car | Total distance for trip: 12.6km | Weather: powerful wind and rain
By dawn on Monday, the winds felt violent. If I weren’t in my solid, expedition style tent, I think it might have been smashed to bits by now. These gusts felt stronger than gales. I didn’t even attempt to make my morning coffee for fear of setting the tent alight, as everything was flapping around so furiously. When I emerged from the tent, the wind hit me so hard, it took my breath away and whistled around me. Taking the tent down was problematic; while guyed in, it was solid as a rock, every guy line had stayed in place throughout the night, nothing had moved. But as soon as the guy lines were out, I had to hold on for dear life to the tent poles to stop them from snapping in the force of the winds. During dips in the winds, I gripped the poles in one hand, and unclipped the tent fabric from the poles with the other. Behind me, the surface of the lake was rough and the wind picked up the surface water, sweeping it along in the air and driving it over the far shores
As I slowly made my way back down to the Crimea Pass, stumbling and being shoved and buffeted about by the wind, I felt so very grateful for this experience. It felt so wild and invigorating, and after a couple months of not doing much due to an injured ankle, I felt so very much alive. I used to hope for the nice weather, the sunsets and the sunrises, but I’ve come to love every part of this. It's funny how when I start out on these lil trips, I feel kind of apprehensive, unsure. But by the end, I feel like I belong here. Like I've become part of the rocks and the water and the plants and trees. And so I head home, from my second life out out in the wild, to my other 'normal' life, and do 'normal' things. But is it really normal? Sitting a computer all day, worrying about earning enough money and paying bills. Is that normal? Or is my wild life actually the normal one?
It's nice to have balance. I actually love both my 'wild' life and my 'normal' life. But I feel that as a whole, we as a society have become so disconnected from our wild sides. I see all these restrictions being put on enjoyment and access to nature, it saddens me and I feel that these restrictions are just deepening the problem - It is difficult, if not impossible for a society to respect and care for nature, when they do not feel as if they are a part of it in the first place
GEAR LIST - A Night in the Wild with a Busted Ankle
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Hmm.. a night in the wild with a busted ankle.. this was not what I had in mind.
I twist and turn my right ankle multiple times, every time I go out. Usually escaping injury by bracing onto my trekking pole, although I have torn a ligament in this ankle twice previously. However, this time, I had just left my car and hadn't yet retrieved the pole from the side pocket of my rucksack (where it's no use to anyone, I might add!) The twist was so painful that I initially wondered if I'd broken it. I wailed like a wounded animal and breathed, and waited. And then something strange happened. It was only a few minutes later when the pain faded away. I tried putting weight on the ankle, and it was fine. I tentatively tried walking on it, and it was fine. I was a little baffled by it all, and was aware that the ankle felt a little.. weird I guess? But it didn't hurt at all now, so I decided I must just be having a low-pain-threshold kinda day, I had clearly over-reacted to a twisted ankle, and so I decided to carry on - this time with my pole in hand.
I arrived at the most beautiful spot by a lake, only 1km up into the mountains at 280m elevation. The water was still and mirror-like and the sky and the surrounding ridges & peaks shone in it's surface. The day was getting on - it was 7pm in mid September and the sun had already dipped below the hills. I popped up my tent, had a quick dip in the water and settled down for the night, warming my tea and hoping to see stars - it was a new moon, and I was excited to see the milky way before the summer was out. The night sky was entirely covered with cloud though, and outside the tent was black as ink. I love it when it's like that - it's a proper, deep kind of darkness that I never experience at home near the cities
A few sheep-friends skittered about on the rocks behind, and hoard of Whirly-Giggs (crane flies) descended on me in the tent, dive-bombing my face (they were loving the red light on my head torch haha) and resulting in some fairly unhinged screeching before they were promptly evicted (cue more unhinged screeching). Only then did it occur to me.. my ankle was starting to throb. I had a look at it, and it looked fine. I'd planned for this to be a 2-night trip. So I thought maybe I'd just have an easy day tomorrow and not go as far as I'd planned.
I lay and listened and dozed to light rain on the tent, and then the clouds parted - just a little! But enough for a blanket of bright stars to come sparkling through ✨ and I fell into a lovely sleep in my lil tent next to the lake
When I woke up in the morning, my ankle was clearly quite angry with me. It hurt pretty bad and had a lovely swelling sticking out of the side of it. I tried standing, and struggled to weight-bear, and I knew it was injured. I cursed my stupidity at coming up here on an injury, hopping and jumping over streams with 17kg on my back on a torn ligament, because the injury was initially so painful, that my body had flooded itself with endorphins to kill the pain. Well, it worked pretty effectively, but now I was up in the mountains with a busted ankle, which was less than ideal
Thankfully, I was only 1km up and the weather was calm and dry. I took painkillers & anti-inflammatories with my coffee and bandaged the offending ankle up while I waited for them to start working. Slightly heartbroken at having to leave already and dreading the hobble back down, I packed my things. Then I put away the tent like a wonkey donkey.
Unable to jump over the boggy end of the lake as I had done on the way up, I carefully traversed the drystone dam instead, and then slowly descended. So that was that. Not only was there gonna be no night 2, but they'll be no multi-night trips for a while.
It turns out that I've developed a chronic instability in my right ankle due to too many repeated injuries. It just can't hold itself up any more. It's 3 weeks later now and I'm getting around fine, it doesn't hurt to walk on it now but it's not completely healed yet. It's also very weak. So I'm back in physio again, starting next week. The swelling has nearly gone, but I've no other option but to brace the ankle with splints for hiking going forward. I've tried this on a couple of short walks and it's been fine so far. I'll find out through physio if it's gonna be possible to get a suitable amount of strength back in the ankle or not. So, that is the plan
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UPDATE! Late October.. 6 weeks after the injury - I only recently found out that I actually dislocated the ankle, causing various ligament damage on one side and breaking off a small piece of bone on the other side. Thankfully it only popped out and back into the joint very quickly (if it hadn't have popped right back in, that would have been quite a serious situation). Likely, the previous significant injuries were also quick dislocations. So I have a lot of work to do to get the muscles real strong to try to compensate for some of the weakness caused by the repeated injuries. I'm working on it :) The ankle will never have full strength but I'm determined to improve it
UPDATE! Mid December.. I've been able to complete a 3-night trip without any issue and am pretty much pain free now, woohoo! I am still concerned about the instability in the ankle so have invested in some high- ankle boots, which I'll be wearing laced snugly to hopefully prevent another dislocation. I'm also continuing with physio exercises. We'll see how it goes, but generally I'd say it's back to business as usual, hurray!
Music in this Video
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Charlie Ryan – Chasing Horizons (instrumental version) Lance Conrad – Fortitude Nsee – Frozen Lake Romeo – Deep Lake Semo – Chemtrails Yehezkel Raz – Flight of the Inner Bird Megan Wofford - Inspiration
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My EXPERIENCE OF Hiking with A Connective Tissue Disorder (HSD)
Connective tissue disorders such as Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder & Ethlers Danlos Syndromes affect the individual in many different ways, and each individual will have a unique experience with it. There is no cure, but I have found ways of managing my own symptoms over the years. I can only speak from personal experience of course, so here's the effects that my condition has on me with regard to hiking and camping, and how I manage them..
*I am not a medical professional, and this is not medical advice. This is merely my own experience dealing with this condition and how it affects my hiking. Always seek medical advice from a qualified professional - ideally one who specialises in Rheumatology and connective tissue disorders.
Hypermobility & Unstable Joints I was assessed as 8 out of 9 on the Beighton Scale, so I am quite bendy, and my joints aren't able to support themselves as well as they should. I manage this primarily by staying physically strong, to compensate for the instability in my joints. Hiking is actually a great, low impact way for me to do this. For me this is one of the most important things that I can do for myself - resting is great and important, but equally, letting my body become physically weak is one of the worst things I can do.
*note - hypermobility alone is common and is not indicative of a connective tissue disorder when there is no other multi-system involvement
Injury Prevention & Treatment I love to use trekking poles - these save me many, many injuries as they provide extra stability, prevent falls and in particular, protect my ankles from severe turns and twists. I wear supports or braces as needed, although I try to avoid these where possible, instead focusing on building strength. I have frequent physiotherapy to help me recover from injuries, tend to chronic injuries, and to try to prevent them from occurring in the first place. However, injuries are never completely avoidable of course, with or without a connective tissue disorder. I always carry adequate painkillers in case of an injury in the wild, along with a bandage or something to strap an injured joint with. I'm quite aware of my capabilities and how far I'm likely to be able to walk - my hikes are often shorter than other hikers can do, and I like to plan in an even shorter route or an escape route, just in case. Whatever you can manage is absolutely fine. Don't push yourself into pain and listen to your body. And of course;
Always carry a personal locator beacon and tell a trusted friend or relative where you'll be heading and when you are expected home. If you plan your trips on a map - send them a photo or screenshot of that map
Always carry a suitable med kit. Mine contains skin closure strips, alcohol, a lil pot of ibuprofen gel, painkillers (I carry over-the-counter strength for general use or for mild injuries, and prescription strength just in case of a severe injury. I've not had to use any prescription-strength painkillers so far in the wild, but I like to know I have them just in case) and anti-inflammatories, plasters, blister plasters, wound dressing and a small bandage, among other things
Keep a set of dry clothes, a blanket and food and water and other supplies in your car. If you arrive back at your car wet through, you'll want to be able to get dry and warm - this is even more important if you're also injured.
Consider wearing a medical tag - if the worst happens, for example an accident that causes you become unconscious, a tag can help medics identify and treat you
You may find that if you are more prone to injury, you will be better prepared for and equipped to handle an injury in the wild than someone who doesn't expect to become injured. Preparation is key
Musculoskeletal Disorders, Soreness & Pain Apart from fresh injuries, I mostly tend to experience only mild soreness or discomfort when hiking, which is manageable with over-the-counter medication. Most of this discomfort is from various chronic injuries that I have unavoidably racked-up over the years, or random-but-mild repetitive strain injuries. If hiking or carrying a rucksack causes you pain, it should be avoided until the problem is identified and improved. Make sure that your rucksack is well fitted - the majority of the weight of your rucksack should not be on your back and shoulders, but instead transferred to your hips, via the waist belt. This is particularly important if you have musculoskeletal disorders or back problems. I have various issues with my spine but hiking and carrying a rucksack doesn't cause me any pain in my back. If I do start feeling discomfort in my back, shoulders, or chest, this means the hip belt is too loose and it's not providing enough support.
Foot issues I get metatarsalgia within a few KM's and have real trouble finding boots that don't hurt my feet. It is one of my biggest setbacks with hiking, that the action of my feet repeatedly making contact with the ground can be so painful. So far, there is only one brand of boots that don't make my feet scream in pain, but unfortunately they don't last very long and can be slippery in the sole, which is not ideal either. I'm still looking for a perfect boot, and haven't had much success with insoles so far.
Skin Issues My skin is crazy smooth like velvet (or a vampire maybe?) which is a bonus about having a connective tissue disorder. But it's quite stretchy and can tear and bruise easily. Make sure your med kit is well prepared
Cardiac Issues I occasionally get hit with a (non-life-threatening) arrhythmia, where my heart can race for long periods of time and become irregular. This can be alarming, but for me it is not dangerous. It is part of dysautonomia; another symptom of connective tissue disorders, which means the autonomic nervous system can behave erratically. If you have any heart issues, it's real important that you get it checked out. With regard to hiking, my heart beats faster than average, so I have to travel slower, particularly when going up hill. This can also make me short of breath, so I need to stop frequently and let my body catch up. I can also experience low blood pressure and dizziness, which I have to just wait out. If I'm having ongoing cardiac issues, I have the option of taking beta blockers, but I prefer not to as they tend to make my circulation issues worse. For me, getting my heart checked out and knowing that it is healthy has been really important in helping me tolerate its spells of erratic behaviour.
Temperature Regulation Issues Again, due to dysautonomia, my body can struggle to maintain the right temperature. I can overheat easily, and also become hypothermic easily. I manage this by wearing lots of layers, so that I can constantly adjust as necessary, stopping frequently on warm days and staying close to water. I have to use very good, specialist gear in winter to keep me warm enough. Unfortunately this is not cheap or light, but there is no other option. I also have to use specialist gloves and socks and various types of hand warmers. In cold water, tolerance must be built first, and it must be brief, with good planning for effective warming afterward. Ironically, I struggle more with staying warm at home than when I'm out in the wild - likely because I'm pretty inactive at home and get quite cold while sitting working at my computer. Hiking however, is very good for my circulation and keeps me warm.
Blood Sugar Regulation Issues Another dysautonomia issue - hormonal regulation is pretty all-over-the-place for me, and that includes insulin. I am often dealing with reactive hypoglycemia - where my body produces way too much insulin in response to food, which causes my blood sugar to dive, sometimes to dangerously low levels. At home I'm able to prevent a sudden plummet with a low-carb, low sugar diet that doesn't spike my insulin, however, out in the wild eating non-perishable, high-carb hiking food, I'm not able to do this. So out hiking, if my blood sugar suddenly dives, it is treated with more sugar and carbs. I always have a sugary snack handy, including energy gels, and I always pack an extra days worth of food, just in case. And then I get back to eating better when I'm home. I have learned that when I'm out hiking, I have to eat regularly even if I'm not hungry or don't feel like it.
Blood Vessels & Circulation Blood vessels in my fingers and hands can swell and rupture if I overheat or push too hard. They can also contract excessively in cold, leading to Reynolds and circulation issues.
My circulation is generally pretty ropey which can make me more prone to cold injuries and poor healing in my extremities - I get chilblains pretty much every winter and sometimes Reynolds Syndrome. However, hiking is really good for my circulation, and I actually have less circulation issues out on hiking trips than I do at home where I'm more sedentary. Specialist gloves, socks and hand warmers are essential for me in winter.
Sleep Issues Again due to dysautonomia, my body can send the wrong signals when I need to rest, and prevent me being able to sleep. For example, falling asleep can trigger a random release of adrenaline, which as you can imagine is not ideal haha! So unfortunately I am often sleep deprived. I do have sleep medication available to me but I use these rarely and as a last resort if I'm desperate. Fortunately, I'm very used to sleeping wild now, and the isolation, exercise, peace & quite and having no alarm (hurray!) is often a chance for me to properly rest and catch up, which I'm not able to do at home when having to get up early every day. I do take sleep medication with me when camping in case I need it. This is because while sleep deprivation is unpleasant at home, in the mountains it can be plain dangerous.
Because I'm kinda floppy, sometimes my throat can collapse when I sleep. This only happens to me when I'm lying flat and on my back, and thankfully it doesn't happen often. To combat this I often put my rucksack under the head end of my sleeping mat to raise my head up, and I do my best to make sure I'm sleeping on my side.
Digestive Problems, IBS & Inflammation Many (most, haha) foods cause inflammation and tummy problems for me - the worst culprits being carbs and sugars. At home, a clean, low-carb diet, mostly consisting of meat, herbs & spices, a few fresh veggies, a few berries, yogurt, cheese and butter does wonders for me. This isn't possible out in the wild though, so I manage this by eating as best I can between trips, then the effect of the processed, carb-heavy food on my lil weekend trips is not too bad. I'm not overly strict with my diet though (I'm a bit of a foody, and I don't want to make myself miserable with it), so often I just have to deal with the consequences of not eating 'right'.
A bit of a Wonky Immune System My immune system works but it can be sluggish and it can also be naughty and start acting up even when I'm not ill (autoimmune symptoms). When out hiking, I make sure to purify my water and clean my hands before eating. But more importantly, I have to take care not to overdo it, as this can trigger autoimmune type symptoms such as fevers, rashes, inflammation and generalized joint & muscle soreness. I find there is a sweet spot for exertion that is good for my immune system and boosts it, but if I push too hard, things start going wonky. To manage this, I'm learning to only do short trips in the winter when my rucksack is heavy. In summer when my rucksack is lighter, I'm able to do more and go further.
Exhaustion A body with a connective tissue disorder is one that is under constant strain. It's not just the muscles and joints that are working on overdrive, but the body's systems, too. Tiredness, and sometimes flat out exhaustion is inevitable. The difficulty for me comes from being a lone parent, as I don't often have the option to rest, if I want to pay my rent and bills. This can be inconvenient to say the least
If you are struggling, please reach out for support. If you don't feel comfortable going through a GP, many areas allow patients to self-refer for talking therapies on the NHS. Just getting it off your chest can really help. You do not have to be a super human, all of the time.
As I have gotten older, I have learned to accept myself as I am and have adjusted my life to fit around my particular needs, as much as I can. Sometimes I get pretty fed up with it all. But then I remind myself that it could be a lot worse. And I am eternally grateful for this body that I have been given, and for all that it does for me. I have a lot to thank it for.
For me, I will rarely say that I can't do something. I just have to take extra precautions, and take my time. I intend to make the most of this body while it lets me. I'll never know when I might get that one injury or spinal problem that puts an end to all this, none of us do. And if that happens I will know that I truly made the most of it. Do what you love now, while you can 💚
If you are managing a connective tissue disorder and would like information or support, check out the Ethlers Danlos Society, or get basic info about Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder here and Ethlers Danlos Syndromes here.
If you think you might have a connective tissue disorder, outline your symptoms to your GP and ask for a referral to a Rheumatologist for assessment. I was not diagnosed until my late 30's, after decades of battling something I didn't know I had - it's a lot easier to manage now that I know what it is and have support and treatments available to me
Western Rhinogs Summer Adventure - Gear lIst
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In early July, I arrived in the valley of the Afon Artro with a 3-night, 22km trip planned. It was a beautiful warm day, although I carried the burden of a questionable weather forecast and a heavy tent. The regular forecast was a bit mixed but not too bad, whereas MWIS warned of gale force winds, thunder & lightening and torrential downpours. Prepared for the worst just in case, I was hauling my Hille Soulo, which isn’t something I would usually be doing in summer. I had to offset the weight of it by switching some gear around. I really don’t love the weight of this tent, but I do love the peace of mind in case of bad weather.
I had to cross a section of head-height ferns to reach my first stop – a gorgeous lil waterfall, just off the beaten track. I donned full waterproofs to keep the ticks of my skin and was absolutely roasting by the time I arrived, so the lil pool felt amazing to rest in and fill up on water
Next was the ascent of Foel Ddu – a 477m hill where I was hoping to camp for the first night. As I climbed higher, Tremadoc Bay came into view, the sun glistening over the water and the silhouettes of the peaks on the other side of the bay standing against the summer sky. Scrambling over a drystone wall, I came upon the remains of what looked like a plane crash. A quick web search informed me that this was the wreckage of an RAF plane, which came down on Foel Ddu in 1945, sadly taking the lives of all 7 men on board;
David Henry Robert Evans Maxwell Walter Moon George Edward William Hodge Charles William Souden Alfred Ernest Oliff Harold Nielsen Arthur David Gash Rest in Peace
The views from high on Foel Ddu were quite something, the sea to the west, and the Rhinogs to the east. I pitched at 440m, just down from the summit and out of the worst of the wind, although it was still fairly gusty, and I was glad that I’d carried the sturdy-but-heavy tent. Loving the solitude (I’d not seen another person since parking up in the valley) but unsure of what tomorrow would bring, I settled down for a noisy night of broken sleep as the wind whipped about my lil tent
Day 2
I had a lazy morning at camp on the second morning, having been woken up throughout the night by the wind battering the tent
After a quick stop-off at Foel Ddu’s 477m summit to admire the views of the Rhinogs to the East, I headed down along the westerly side of Foel Wen and down into the valley, before taking on my next hill; 589m Moelfre
It looked huge and a long slog, and I wasn’t sure I would get up and down the other side again in daylight (there was a thunderstorm risk looming, and I didn’t want to camp up high). But eventually, after chatting with sheep to entertain myself along the way, and a lil scramble near the top, I made the summit and took in the most gorgeous views of Fawr, Fach and Y Llether
Water was hard to come by on this trip. After a dry and hot June, many of the streams marked on the map high up were only a dribble, or trickling away inaccessible under the ground
I filled up on dribble-water and wombled on to find a camping place among the ferns. Here I had views out across the bay, and the sunlight came through the clouds like a moving spotlight, glistening across the sea.. not long before I was treated to one of the prettiest sunsets I’d ever seen
By night 2 I’d still not seen a single person. I’d heard some human activity when briefly crossing through farmland in the valley, but there was not a soul on these trails and these hills. So far, I’d had them all to myself. It was perfect, peaceful solitude
A lil flock of sheep stood and watched me set up, looking slightly miffed, and I wondered if I might have pinched their spot for the night. Content and with a full tummy, I settled down for a good sleep, ready to take a good ol’ weather beating the next day and go looking for a waterfall
Day 3
I woke to a beautiful bright and breezy morning, all blue skies and blue sea set against the summer ferns. Looking at the map, I had only a couple km to my first destination for the day; Cwm Nantcol Waterfall.
The going would have been fine, if it weren’t for a solid 45 minutes of hiking through ferns, varying from waist height to face height. I couldn’t see what I was walking on, so I stumbled along, eventually emerging into open grassland. Part of my planned route was impassible, so I was detouring further to the west. Always keeping an eye out for water, as I hadn’t passed any since yesterday evening, 18 hours ago and my supply was getting low.
Before long I reached a river and followed it down to a lil pool. The water was blue-green, and a delightfully warm 17°C.. possibly the warmest water I’ve experienced on one of these trips. I filled up my bottles and bathed in the lovely pool surrounded by mossy rocks. As I got out and started drying off, the sky grew dark and there was a sudden downpour, followed by a single crash of thunder. I scrambled to get my dry things under my ground sheet but just as fast as it had arrived, the lil mini storm was gone
I had lunch and continued on with my objective: find the waterfall. More detouring ensued as I tried to avoid a campsite, but I eventually found the falls. It was really gorgeous, but so busy – apparently, it’s a feature of the campsite that I was trying to avoid. I only stopped briefly for a quick photo from a distance, a little disappointed that I didn’t get this one to myself to frolic in, but hey, you can’t win ‘em all!
I decided instead to look for my own lil piece of heaven, and went exploring the surrounding landscape for somewhere to have a dip. I found a gorgeous stepped section of river, with the water tumbling down the rocks into various pools, which looked like infinity pools from the top. While I was cooling off, the heavens opened again, and a heavy shower fell about me while I cooled off. It was just perfect and I could have stayed in there a lot longer than I did – but with the possibility of lightning striking my lil pool nagging in the back of my mind, I climbed out and got on my way, hiking in my swim clothes in the rain, as there didn’t seem much point in getting changed Now I was heading North, with some welcome sections of easy road-walking and staying nice and cool in the rain, I was able to complete my circular route and pitch up not far from where I started, with views of the Rhinogs. I dried off, made my tea, and sat for hours just watching the clouds roll over the peaks. I reflected on the last 3 days. I hadn’t expected much from this trip, and honestly, due to the terrain and the weather forecast, I thought it might have been one of those that I bailed on. But actually, it was so amazing. Having no real expectations and just going with the flow can take you to some real beautiful places
SoundTrack
Thank you to these amazing artists for producing such beautiful music - it is such an important part of my videos and a joy to help me tell my lil adventure stories..
Evert Zeevalkink I’m Ready
Lane King Intersect
Neptune Emotion Flow
Magnus Ludvigsson Did She Call?
Veace D / Veaceslav Draganov In Each Of Us Flash Gleam
EdRecords Yellow Sky Lost Angel
Kikoru Silent Forest
Joesph Heath Ganges
Vital Easy
Victor Lundberg A Thief’s Waltz
Jacob Ahlbom Breathe One’s Last
Martin Landstrom A Real Class Act
Cristoffer Moe Ditlevsen, Anna Dager & Hanna Ekstrom The Far Traveller
(all from Bensound, Epidemic Sound and Filmstro with license)
Map
On this trip I travelled about 25km. On this map, you can see my planned route in green, and changes that I made along the way in pink. I completed this circular route clockwise, in early July.
Please note that changes to the planned route were recorded after the trip by memory and may not be 100% accurate. Rights of way are always changing, and ways marked on maps don’t necessarily mean you will be able to pass through. Some routes marked on maps can also be impassible due to bogs, overgrown foliage, fallen trees, rockfall or flooding. There is often no physical path where one is marked on the map. The way can be difficult and slow.
I have shared this map for reference only – you’ll need to do your own research for your own trip, make your own decisions as you go, and bear in mind that route conditions can change drastically at different times of the year and in different weather. On this particular route, there is bogginess marked on the map in certain areas, but I was completing it after a warm dry spell, so I had no issue. Some areas might be potentially dangerous in wetter months.
It’s a good idea when route planning to ear-mark shortcuts along the way in case you aren’t able to complete it in full, or need to make your route shorter. On this route for example, I could see that there is a way marked east-to-west down Mynydd Llanbedr from Foel Ddu to a road that leads back to my car. Or later on, I could have followed a way along the Afon Cwmnantcol or the Cwm Nantcol valley to shorten the route.
The contour lines on a map show how steep the ground is – the closer the lines are, the steeper the ground. If you have a fear of heights (or more specifically a fear of falling) like me, or if you might feel unbalanced carrying a heavy rucksack, plan routes avoiding very steep inclines or ridges.
The pale-yellow areas of OS maps represent open access land that you are free to roam, and the white areas are farmland, residential or other private property. When crossing white areas of the map, always stick to roads, footpaths and rights-of-way and close gates behind you. The boundary between national park open access land and private land is usually marked by an orange line.
I use OS maps, both paper and phone app. You can learn more about reading OS maps here
Eastern Carneddau Summer Adventure - Gear lIst
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Man, what a day this was! It started so well, with both an 18km and a 30km circular route planned (I would decide which to do later on, depending on how my floppy joints did with it all). So with fresh legs, I set off straight into a thoroughly enjoyable scramble up the Afon Ddu gorge
I'd had a guided gorge walk here last year, so I was familiar with the route. Although, with my huge rucksack and no ropes or helmet, this time around was more of a poodling-up-the-sides and paddling-across-a-few-pools than a full on gorge walk. Naturally
I cautiously made it all the way up to the 'big waterfall'. It was so beautiful here. The gorge walls were steep and high and completely surrounded the falls and the plunge pool, the sun just peeking over the rim of the gorge, and then sinking out of view
Aware of the chill I might get in the shade, I had just a quick dunk before heading back down the gorge to the path and continuing on my way. I'd planned to camp on Moel Eilio and had just a few km of what I assumed would be fairly easy hiking
I was wrong about that, haha!
After the gorge, the path started steep but easy, a track up through Coed Dollgarog. But the track soon turned to nothing, and nothing soon turned to overgrown crazy. Just as I was getting tired out and the sun was disappearing behind the hill, overgrown crazy turned into boggy hell. In my attempt to avoid an obvious, endless bog crossing my way, I had ended up a fair distance onto a 250m wide area of thick, sticky, grass covered mud. The kind you get sucked in and stuck in, like half-set cement
This stretch had me reduced to tears..
Balance on wobbly grass tuft Slip Foot gets sucked down Fall over Repeat.
When I eventually collapsed, exhausted into my tent on Moel Eilio, rubbing my sore feet, I was questioning my life choices and had an uncomfortable feeling of wanting to go home
The moon and stars danced about my tent and Llyn Cowlyd; the deepest lake in North Wales, and my view for the evening.
I would wake up rested and go on to have one of my favourite trips ever. Sometimes, you just gotta sleep on it
Day 2
The second day started warm and bright, and after ravenously demolishing a chocolate coffee and a pastry, I donned my painful boots and hobbled off on my way, still fairly perturbed by the events of the previous evening and planning to take the short way back
I wandered down from Moel Eilio and passed Llyn Eigiau, the site of the 1925 dam disaster, the floods of which took 16 lives down in Dolgarrog
I was making a conscious effort to walk slowly and tread lightly, and by the time I reached a turning point in the path, I was eager for more adventure and instead of heading back in the direction of the car, I took the way on to do my longer, 30km route. The decision was made :)
I ascended Clogwynyreryr, trundled along Clogwyn Maldy and made it all the way to Llyn Melynllyn by lunch. After refuelling, I took on the steep slope between Llyn Melynllyn and Llyn Dulyn, which made me nervous but I managed it fine. After a quick stop off and a paddle at the lake, all clear blue water and blue skies, I followed Pant y Griafolen down to the river valley, giddy and without a care in the world
For me, the real magic of this second day was my camp spot. I managed to fit my lil tent onto a tiny outcrop of grass along braided river streams. I dipped in the water and played on the rock boulders outside my tent and marvelled at the gorgeousness of it all as the sun went down
I was so glad I hadn't gone home. I guess, sometimes if you can carry on after it gets difficult, you get a reward like this.. pitch perfect, one of my favs.
This was a really good day. Distance wise, I was half way, over 15km into my big route. The moon lit up my tent as I slept deeply for 8 hours to the sound of the tumbling water, and there was still so much beauty ahead
Day 3
On the morning of Day 3 I woke next to the stream after 8 hours of sleep, packed up and bounced off all refreshed for the days hike – with the aim of finding a waterfall marked on the map in the valley of the Afon Dulyn
I dodged a big herd of cows and scrambled my way down the river a little way. It took me a few hours but I eventually found the falls, and gawd, it was beautiful! The water poured over the rock face into a huge, deep, blue-green pool of clear water. Surrounded by ferns and overhanging trees, I could have been in a jungle rainforest
I had a swim here and soaked up as much of the gorgeousness as I could, before heading on to find somewhere to pitch for night 3. I crossed Afon Porth-Llwyd, followed the path on the map through the woods, which in reality was a tangled mess of overgrowth and fallen trees, and plopped my tent down on a lovely flat area near rock boulders
The next morning was the last few km back to the car, with a stop off for a few jumps into a river gorge pool and a perfect way to end my lil trip :D I was taught by a gorge walking instructor how to jump into this particular pool last year; there’s one spot that’s deep enough, and I checked under the water first for any dangers, such as branches (never just jump into water if you don’t know that it’s safe to and deep enough – bones can shatter on rocks and you can skewer yourself on unseen, sharp debris under the water)
This trip started really hard, and back on that first night I wanted to quit. Sometimes quitting is the right thing to do, but I’m so glad I stuck with this one. Sometimes it takes a little while for the gratitude to come to be. But when the fear and exhaustion has passed, I come to realise that I loved all of this trip, bad parts and all. I love every scratch and bump and bruise. But it’s more than that. I love not just my blessings in life, but my hardships too.. everything that got me here in the first place. I’m so grateful.
Distance-wise, this was not my biggest trek yet at 28km, but it may have been my greatest journey. This was also one of my favourite adventure films to create, taking 3 long weeks of editing, I hope you like it too :)
SOUNDTRACK
Thank you to these amazing artists for producing such beautiful music - it is such an important part of my videos and a joy to help me tell my lil adventure stories..
Dan Phillipson Risen From The Ashes This We Remember
Veace D True Perfection Lost in the Haze Disolved in Loneliness Lightness Rustle of Leaves
Yari Doctor Yes
Denis Pavlov Boundless Space
Ester Found
Lance Conrad Affection
Twins Music Rise
EdRecords Magical
Zac Nelson Haunting Winter Snow
(all from Bensound with license)
GEAR LIST - 24 Hours in the Wild with a Tarp in Spring
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I had arrived with my big 3.5x3.5 tarp and a plan to make a cosy nook in an old stone hut house in the mountains that I'd found on the map. But on arriving, I found the house half collapsed and worrying that the rest of it might collapse on me during the night, I decided to carry on looking for somewhere else to camp
On my way I came across a river, with the water pouring over a rocky overhang like a curtain that you could go behind. I played in the cool water before heading into the forest on the other side of the river
This forest was was lush and green with patches of bluebells and a chorus of cuckoo. I wasn't exactly sure what to do with my unwieldy and massive tarp but I managed to erect a nice lean to, with the most beautiful views. I settled down for my tea, watched the sun set behind the mountains tried out my new gas canister lantern (love it, so cosy)
The sky grew dark around midnight and the stars came out, covering the sky like glitter. I fell into a deep and lovely sleep and woke to the sunlight peeking rounded the tarp and the cuckoo doing its thing
I lingered here a while, soaking it all up. The day was warm and after packing up and hiking down, I crossed the river and found a nice pool to have a proper dunk in before lunch in the sun
This one was a lil peace of heaven 💚
GEAR LIST - 3 Nights Alone in the WILD! April in the Rhinogs
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I had planned to film my 100th Video among the high peaks of the Carneddau, but was greeted by no camping signs, barbed wire and endless red plastic traffic cones. It looked more like roadworks on the M1 than a mountain valley, so I got back in my car and took myself off to the Rhinogs, where it feels like home. The Rhinogs was where I nervously set out for my first ever multi-night trip, 2 years ago. So the perfect place for my 100th video
I arrived late in the day, with a redundant paper map of the Carneddau, and no plan. I decided on day one to just try and make it up to Llyn Morwynion at around 400m, and wow was it beautiful. I scrambled up a stream gorge to the lake, not long before the sun set over the bigger mountains in the distance. The stars shone and reflected in the lake. It dropped to below freezing but I stayed snug in my lil nook
I took the MSR Hubba NX for this one as I wanted to be a bit lighter. I'd not used it for over a year since the poles snapped in high winds at Cnicht. I remain cautious of this tent but it was great for this nice still weekend.. barely a breeze so no bother on this occasion
Day 2
I woke early to a pair of geese flumping around outside my tent, making a right racket. The morning was beautiful, just below freezing, and steam rose from the lake as I watched the sunlight spill over the rocky outcrops behind me
Still without a plan, I decided to have a go at Rhinog Fach as I'd never been to that area before. So I made my way from my camp spot at Llyn Morwynion, up over the Roman Steps, through Bwlch Drws-Ardudwy; the valley between Rhinog Fach & Fawr
Arriving at the path that would lead me up Fach, I stepped in to unfamiliar territory and followed a rough path up to the most gorgeous lake. Llyn Hywel sits up at 533m, between the summits of Rhinog Fach and Y Llethr. I've seen it many times before from the summit of neighboring Rhinog Fawr, and always thought it looked so pretty and precarious. Like a blue jewel balancing there between 2 peaks, ready to slide right off the mountain
It was just as wonderful up close. The peaks reflected in the water and I lingered here for 2 hours, had my lunch, attempted to dry my boots and socks a little in the sun. I looked to the summit of Rhinog Fach and wondered if I would be able to reach it. I figured it was worth a shot
Setting off from the lake, I crossed a rockfall and made it up to 600m on the south ridge before that familiar feeling hit me.. feeling like I'm going to slide, feeling like I want to lay on the ground, feeling slightly nauseous. So, I descended down, past Llyn Hywel, to a tiny shallow lake - Llyn Cwmhosan. It was warmer here, so I had my first lil cold dip of the year. The water was 9°C and felt pretty fresh! It was so invigorating and felt amazing to have some mountain water on my skin again
I took some time sitting on a rock and watching the world lazily go by. The geese would fly over, splash about on the lake and then fly off again. Not a soul was to be seen here (well, no human souls at least)
The clouds came in and I pitched up and snuggled down for a cosy night as light rain pitter-pattered the tent. I was full of gratitude for the days experiences, the warmth of the sun after a long winter, and wondered what tomorrow would hold
Day 3
I woke on Day 3 to wind and rain on the tent after a blissful deep 8-9 hours of sleep and had a lazy breakfast of 3-day old, flattened pain au chocolat (which was still extraordinarily delicious)
The geese joined me again on the lake - Llyn Cwmhosan, bobbing around and having a fun time. I felt like we'd become a small part of each others lives over the last few days, and bid a fond farewell to them on the way back down to the valley
There's a slightly steep section on the way down that I don't like, especially in the slippery wetness. I slid down sections on my butt and headed a few km NE, into the forest. The forest was green and fresh. More sheltered down here, the light rain was pleasant and refreshing, and I wandered amongst the tress, stopping for lunch and cooking my noodles in water from the stream
I stopped at Pistyl Gwyn, passed over the Roman Steps in the clag and set up camp for the night in a tangly, mossy little woodland. The mist hung in the air and the place felt so atmospheric, almost magical. Here I found a new addition to the family - Dave! He's settled in nicely at home with Gordon, Cyril, Steve & Cariad 🐑
Day 4
I woke with the dawn and made my way back to where I started, passing the geese again and stopping at Llyn Cwm Bychan. I thought a lot about our connections with nature. I'm so thankful that I can leave my modern life, come out here and once again become a part of this natural world. My soul is so at peace here
2 Night Deep Snow Adventure - GEAR LIST
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This trip was a mis-adventure from the very start. After getting stuck in the snow in my car on the way up and having to be rescued by 3 strapping lads (thanks again guys haha!) I finally parked up and started making my way into the Arenigs, heading for Moel Llyfnant's summit and the 12km circular I had planned
But, I made it only 1km through the deepest snow I have ever encountered, before realising I couldn't go any further. The deep drifts were fun, but exhausting. I was also worried about getting snowed in and not being able to return the way I'd come
I spent a long time debating what to do.. wondering if I were entirely (and literally) out of my depth in this snow. I considered going home. But I decided to find water and at least have a go at finding somewhere to pitch. The paths marked on the map were not passable, but maybe Arenig Fawr would allow me to ascend his north-westerly slopes instead..
I trudged up and up, somehow making it to 470m to pitch my tent. I watched the sun set and the snow turn pinky hues before dusk. It was -4°C when the stars appeared in the end-of-winter sky, and I gazed at them lovingly as I unwittingly drank a coffee full of caffeine instead of my decaf bedtime latte
It was an interesting night of wondering why I felt so jittery and weird and couldn't sleep, but a beautiful one nonetheless
Day 2
I woke after barely any sleep (accidently drinking full-caffeine coffee before bed is not the one)
The morning was clear and unassuming, not giving anything away about the weather that would be coming later in the day
I made a plan. So far, the route I had intended on wasn't passable, so I'd headed in the opposite direction up Arenig Fawr instead of Moel Llyfnant. I decided to head east, and then south to Llyn Arenig Fawr, a lake on the other side of the mountain
There hadn't been any more snowfall in the night, so I was able to follow my tracks all the way back down the North West side of Arenig Fawr, and then followed an easy single-track road for a few kilometers. So far so good. But as I came off the road and was heading south up to the lake, the weather was turning
Low cloud was gathering and the snow came in, light at first. I slowly made a way, post-holing through deep snow to the mountain lake, lil waves crashing on a pebble shore. I collected water and found a place to pitch, above the lake in case of a sudden thaw & flood.. the forecast told of a sudden warming in the night so I wanted to be on higher ground
Pitching the tent wasn't easy. The wind was getting up. I was depleted of energy and the snow was thick, both in the air and on the ground. I got the stove going and ate and ate. The wind battered the tent. It was the strongest wind that I've had the Hille out in yet. I fell into a restless sleep, the noise keeping me on alert for tent destruction which thankfully never happened :)
Day 3
And just like that, the snow was gone
Well, mostly. I woke with the wind still blowing a hooley on a mild 7°C morning. Patches of snow, pools of meltwater and rivers starting to burst their banks were the only remnants of the below-freezing conditions that had been in the days before
I emerged from the tent to see how it had held up to the wind. He was all in one piece and still standing, but multiple guy lines and even a few corner pegs had been ripped out
I won't lie, this trip was hard. Post-holing through deep snow really takes it out of you, but with a big heavy rucksack on too it's quite a drain on the resources. The cold also helped me burn through my energy stores real quick. I didn't get enough sleep and it was overall both physically and mentally challenging
So was it worth it?
Absolutely yes :)
It was so beautiful. It felt like such an adventure, and I got to push myself, see what I could do. I stayed warm in some pretty challenging conditions. I got to experience deep snow for the first time, slept under a starry winter sky and watched the sun set over snowy mountains. I had my first visit to a snowy mountain lake and for the first time, had to plan a route from scratch when the original one was inaccessible. So many new experiences under my belt. Sometimes, the hard way is a good way
By the way, I tried waterproof socks for this trip.. gamechanger!! They are knee-length ones, and I wore them over a fine merino sock. I had to get bigger boots to go over all the socks, but those lil merino socks stayed dry all weekend. It made such a difference in these cold conditions
2 Nights Alone in the WILD - Gear List
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*Note this was a Winter trip in February, but in mild temperatures (lows of 7°C overnight). This gear was perfect for these temperatures but often in Winter in the mountains I would need warmer sleeping bag and clothes, potentially ice axe & ice spikes etc
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I started out with a hike up to Llyn Llagi, a beautiful lake up at 380m with a huge rock wall behind it. Water tumbles down this wall making for a totally epic location for nights 1's camp. As I approached the lake, low cloud rolled in, with the setting sun still shining through. It was one of the most beautiful experiences
I collected mountain water from the falls coming down the rock wall and set up for the night. It was a new moon, and up there in the clag, it was the first time that I couldn't see anything at all looking out of my tent door at night. Usually the stars and the moon light the landscape and your eyes can adjust, but on this night there was nothing. I could have been anywhere, in my lil tent, a lil island in the blackness halfway up a mountain
Day 2
Today was crazyy and a total contrast to the springy loveliness of yesterday!
Despite being mild for the time of year there was a freezing windchill and my fingers were getting cold by breakfast. I packed up the tent and headed off, preceding to fall into a bog close to where I'd just camped, by Llyn Llagi. I had stepped onto what looked like solid grass and felt that sickening wobble, as if I'd stepped onto a water bed. Before I had time to retreat, I was already falling through, and threw myself forward to spread my weight. Followed by a rather chaotic, splatty kind of crawl onto solid ground
This shook me up.
I spent an hour, slowly making my way out of the mess of bogs disguised as grass, prodding every step in front of me with my trekking pole until I made it onto a vague mountain path
I ascended up to 560m, losing the views of Llyn Llagi and decided that I didn't like the look of the ascent to the next lake on my route; Llyn Yr Adar. It looked steep, and the wind and clag was rolling in fast. I decided instead to find a way via Llynnau 'r Cwn, up to the Ysgafell Wen ridge
Up on the ridge at 672m, the clag whipped by, hiding all the views. I continued to encounter hidden bogs and the rain came in too. The weather up there was vicious. The wind howled around me. I passed on the east side of Llyn Edno at 548m, lil white waves breaking on his shores - the only part of him visible as he disappeared into the white. Then I turned and headed west, descending, down out of the cloud and out of the crazy weather
My boots were so sodden that for the first time, I didn't bother taking them off for a river crossing, there wouldn't have been any point haha! And then I pitched, at around 300m, with the most beautiful views toward Llyn Dinas and the surrounding mountains. The light faded and I eventually fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of quagmires and an uneasy feeling of watery-tangly-dread.. I really don't like those things
Day 3
The night had been blustery, but I caught a brief glimpse of Pleiades through a break in the clouds and woke to a still and peaceful morning
I watched the clag dance about the rocky outcrops in front of the tent as I had my breakfast, packed up and followed Afon Llynedno down into the valley, with views across to Llyn Dinas. I clamboured over rocks, visited the remains of a tiny stone house, and wondered who had lived there and what those old walls had seen. There was no weather and no drama, a nice calm and easy descent after the madness of the previous day
And so I emerged from the mountains, slightly battered, but also slightly new. This trip managed to scare the living daylights out of me, but it also showed me such amazing things. It was a lil adventure of extremes; wonder and fear. Beautiful and brutal.
The Wild Places humble me in various ways - in this case by chucking me into a bog and then hitting me with a storm, haha. But they also help me find my strength. I feel that I am never exactly the same person who walked in a few days ago. I have seen more, felt more, lived more, learned more. I am slightly changed.
So thank you mountains, for letting me pass through once again. For your beauty, and for all you have to teach me
2 Nights in the Snow - Gear List
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As I arrived in the Arans, I was hopeful for a heavy frost, unaware that I would be in a snowy winter wonderland by morning. I heaved on my heavy winter rucksack and huffed and puffed up a steep and craggy mountain path, pitching at 280m with a beautiful view of the valley below
The stars came out and a big moon lit everything up, so brightly that I could see the crags and the freezing hills and rocks around me without a head torch
I was woken by snow falling on the tent in the early hours, and watched everything turn white, both excited and nervous for the next day on the mountain - which would be my first time camping and hiking alone in the snow
Day 2
I watched the clouds dancing in the valley below me as I had my breakfast, packed up, put on my snow spikes and continued up the steep and craggy valley. The snow fell heavily, and the valley, all white and wintery, was one of the most beautiful places I've ever been 🤍 It felt like being in a fairytale
I slowly plodded up to 400m, before the terrain became steeper. Concerned about a potential slip or fall on the ice and new to this snow hiking malarkey, I wasn't willing to go higher on it, so decided to backtrack down to the valley and head up the low slopes of Pen yr Allt Uchaf on the other side
Here I found a flat pitch on a rocky outcrop above a river and settled down for another cosy and gorgeous night in the snow. It would drop to below -3°C, making this my coldest camp yet
Day 3
On the last morning, I woke to condensation frozen on the inside of the tent and unzipped the door to find that the clouds had lifted and I had snowy views of the mountains all around me
The morning was the coldest I've experienced at -3°C, although I was warm in all my winter gear. I spent a long time just watching the moon travel across the sky and the pastel coloured hues of the morning sun dance across the peaks
Although my (slightly ambitious) circular summit route plan had not come to be and I didn't get very far the whole weekend, this lil trip could not have been more perfect. It was an amazing learning experience for me and so heartbreakingly beautiful. I'm so full of gratitude to have experienced it
GEAR LIST - 2 Nights Alone in the Wild with a Tarp and a LifeStrraw
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Finally feeling like I was confident enough with a tarp to take it out with me on a multi-night trip, I headed to a beautiful valley forest and pitched a simple a-frame, the light fading not long after I arrived as the days are so short now!
For this trip I also decided to forgo my usual water bladder and sawyer squeeze filter and take a life straw instead
I loooved the freedom of not carrying water and just drinking wherever you find it. But, you realise pretty quick that you need some kind of cup or vessel. Without a cup, you have to get right down on the ground to drink. In winter this means getting very wet, in summer it means potentially getting covered in ticks. Not ideal!
It was really nice not having to stop, take off my rucksack and filter water into a water bladder. And it was lovely not having the water weight on my back, along with my heavy winter gear. This was a totally different way to hike that I really liked, although you do have to stay around water of course (I planned a route close to a river, although finding water is not usually a problem this time of year). And I did bring empty bottles so that I could carry water to camp at the end of the day
The forest was gorgeous with the last of the autumn colours and a view of the river winding through the trees. I settled down for a lovely night under the stars and a deep sleep in the fresh cool air
Day 2
On Day 2 I woke up under my tarp well rested but slightly traumatised, to find that a slug had attacked me in the night. Wondering why my sleep mask was stuck to my face, I realised I had dried slug-goo over my hand, pillow and puffy and worst of all, through my hair 🥴 The slug itself was in the hood of my sleeping bag, looking rather dead. RIP slimey. I kicked myself for not bringing my lil head bug net, cleaned up the mess and shuddered all the way through breakfast. In fact I'm still shuddering a bit now, 2 weeks later.
I spent the short late-november day wandering about the forest on my way up to a lake and drinking from lil waterfalls with the life straw and my cool collapsible cup. On the way I stopped for lunch and had a go at making a mini shelter with my ground tarp (DD Magic Carpet XL) and my trekking pole.. I really loved it, cant beat a multifunctional bit of gear!
On arriving at the lake, I found a lot of bogginess and unstable evergreen forest full of blow downs, none of which were suitable for camping..
Feeling like the day hadn't even properly got light yet, but with only a couple hours before sunset, I searched high and low for a camping spot. I wrestled with the tarp at one of them for about an hour in the wind and ended up giving up, before eventually finding the most idealic spot with views over the valley
I pitched the tarp as a tarp tent - unsatisfied with its floopy appearance because my trekking pole was a tad too short to get the tension I wanted. Or maybe the ground was just too wonky-donkey. But, it was a nice lil shelter and kept me out of the heavy downpour that would come in the night
Day 3
Despite some low-level anxiety about another potential slug attack, I slept soundly for 9 hours under my tarp tent in the rain
The morning was still, hazy and beautiful. And now that I didn't have the worry of getting the tarp up before nightfall, I was finally able to sit and appreciate my surroundings. My pitch was above the tree line of evergreens, with views across the valley and up into the mountains. The colours were rich and gorgeous and glistening from the rain. I felt so at peace here and lingered until late morning
On the hike back to my car, now that I didn't have to worry about getting drenched, I decided to try using the lifestraw in it's purest form - direct from various water sources, without a cup. As you can see, it's not ideal and you get pretty wet haha!! Quite fun though
I really loved using the freedom of using a lifestraw and in future I'll be trying a filter squeeze bottle.. it seems that one of those would conveniently do the job of a lifestraw and a cup in one
My first multi-night trip with a tarp was challenging, but I loved it. There's so much more to think about than with a tent - particularly a freestanding tent. In fact, I think the next time I use a pole tent will feel like pure luxury haha!
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I made my way through woodland up from Llyn Gwynant, up over Bwlch y Rhediad, through lots of mud and squelchiness and pitched in a valley in crazy wind. Little did I know, this was easy-peasy compared to the brutal weather that would arrive the next day haha
I didn't get as far as I'd hoped with the days being so short now and not starting out until 2pm, but this was a beautiful lil pitch to rest up before the real madness began
Part of the tent (Lanshan 2) broke in a gust of wind, but I was able to fix it with carabiners. I'll make a separate video about all that went wrong with this tent on this trip.. there was quite a lot!
Day 2
I had an unsettled sleep due to heavy rain, and woke to puddles of water in the tent - bivy bag saved the day, again :)
After a lazy morning I headed through the valley to a forest, which I intended to pass through on my way to a beautiful lake called Llynau Diwaunydd
However, the way was not passable. I was cut off by bogs in every direction except the way I'd come. They were so deceptive.. they looked like watery areas that you could hop across, but sticking my trekking pole in them revealed that they seemed bottomless. One hop into one of those, you might not come out again
So, I made a new plan to reach the lake by backtracked up the valley and heading NE along Y Cribau, a wide ridge, instead. The wind along this ridge was quite something, with MWIS stating wind speeds of up to 50mph in the neighbouring Snowdon Range. So, deffo important to stay away from edges & drops
I reached the 591m peak of Carnedd y Cribau before making a pathless descent over more difficult, lumpy, long-grassy ground down to the lake. It was so beautiful 😍
But just as I arrived, the heavy rain came to join the wind and made for quite a 'fun' experience pitching the Lanshan. Not only that, I pitched it twice because I was worried I'd pitched too close to the water the first time, and was concerned about flooding
Trying to pitch the tent the second time in insane gusts was really frustrating. But after settling down I was rewarded with a gorgeous cloudy sunset and stars
All-in-all, this was one of my most difficult mountain days yet. But I'm so fond of it 💚
Day 3
The third day started with another jaded morning after a night of being whacked in the face by my tent, as the poles kept sliding down. Fairly annoying 😬
But, the morning rain was refreshing and appreciated as I left the lake and wandered around the evergreens and streams of the beautiful forest; Garnedd Pen Y Bont
Inevitably, I would have to return, over all the lumpy mad ground, back to the ridge, and the wind which was now gusting at up to 60mph. Not fancying the top of the ridge in the gales, I skirted along the bottom of it instead, keeping everything crossed that I wouldn't get cut off by more bogs on the lower ground instead
All went smoothly and before long I was back at Bwlch y Rhediad where I started, making my way back to the car. A much more windswept, tired and soggy version of myself.. but with a weekend of crazy, enriching lil experiences that I will never forget
For the first time ever, I didn't see anyone for this entire trip - 2 nights, Friday to Sunday. I can see why.. 😄 but wow it was so amazing to be so very alone, in such a wild place