I’m back everyone!
Sorry for such an extended absence but firstly I’ve been settling back down into uni life, here at Bangor. Secondly I have been struck down by the dreaded Freshers Flu, which all students must suffer. Thankfully I’m getting better and I’m feeling much more like writing, so I thought I’d share a brief post on a walk I did back in June.
I started off just outside of Beddgelert, a lovely tourist town which does amazing ice creams, and from there I followed the Afon Glaslyn east, to Llyn Dinas. There was a lot of thick cloud that day, the tops of the mountains were enveloped in it, plus there were a few spots of rain but luckily it didn’t start chucking it down at any point.
After reaching Llyn Dinas, which sits at the foot of the Snowdon Massif, I started up a steep staircase that led onto the hills above, it was a good exercise for my lungs and luckily it was the only uphill walking for the day.At the top, I was amazed to find myself in such a seemingly isolated place, so close to Beddgelert. Despite its mountains, Northern Snowdonia is ultimately a pretty small place and its rare to find a place where you can feel truly isolated from the outside world, what with dozens of roads always being insight and hundreds of fellow walkers around you. But here isolated is the only word that could properly describe what I saw.
Walking along these hills, I reached a series of old tin mines, some dating back to the Roman era. Here I began my descent into the wooded valley below, I got a few good views of Cardigan Bay and nearby Moel Hebog on the way down, but soon my view was obscured by trees as I finally reached the Aberglaslyn Pass.
The Aberglaslyn Pass is a narrow gorge, formed along the length of the Afon Glaslyn. A delightfully walkway, known as the Fisherman’s Walk, takes you along the riverside, through the pass, on a series of wooded bridges. Along the way a found a mysterious cave that seemed to go deep into the hillside, I didn’t want to go to far in without a torch but it certainly looked like something worth coming back to explore.
Just outside of Beddgelert I stopped for a rest by the riverbank, only to discover with horror that my camera had stopped working and was refusing to take anymore pictures. Thankfully I was near the end of my walk but I still managed to see some photo-worthy sights. Notably the local steam train storming past me and Gelert’s Grave, a monument to the beloved dog of legend from which Beddgelert gets its name. In all, a good short 3 hour or so walk but with some worthy sights, shame the parking in Beddgelert is so expensive.
Thus concludes my tale, if you enjoyed this story feel free to write in the comments, or leave a like and thanks for reading.