Walk: 11:45am to 3:30pm - 4.5 miles and 818ft of ascent
The route I had planned was to go north-east towards Llyn Dinas, but we headed in the opposite direction to visit the grave of the dog Gelert so decided to continue down the Pass of Aberglaslyn towards Nantmor.
We weren’t sure which way to go back to Bedgelert, we’d looked at a route via Cwm Bychan but it was now just after 2pm so we were worried that we would run out of light. Another option was to go up the steep hill on the opposite side of the pass, but it did look very steep and as the path’s were muddy and slippy we chose to give that a miss, so just set off on the same path we had come down on.
We thought we were going to be out of luck again today with the weather, as again we awoke to rain. Oh, and by the way I didn’t get up to 9am – I am so bad, but hey it is a holiday after all.
After abandoning our trip to Bedgelert yesterday we decided to head in the same direction again and if the weather got worse, then continue out to the coast and visit some of the lovely coastal towns and villages like Criccieth and Abersoch.
However, even though it was wet and dull when we arrived in Bedgelert, we chose to park up anyway and don all of our ‘wet gear’ and go walking. The rain wasn’t that heavy so unless it worsened we wouldn’t be getting a soaking – and we were in luck as it stopped not that long after we left the village.
Well to say we had chosen well would be an understatement, it was a glorious walk. The only regret I had was that I had left my DSLR at the cottage expecting rain, but the walk was a photographer’s paradise – a raging river crashing over rocks, beautiful red and yellow foliage on the trees, rocky sections of path, swirling pools of clear water, just loads of interesting things there to take photos of – with a DSLR and tripod you could spend a day there this time of year. Also along the path there was a small via ferrata to traverse around a corner – an added bonus.
Donna did have a chuckle along the way as I got down on my haunches near the river to take a photo from low down, and then lost my balance and toppled back onto the grass. It was one of those situations which seem like they’ve gone on for minutes as you struggle to get your balance and then realise that you’re going to be defeated, but is probably only a few seconds. It was probably minutes before Donna’s laughing stopped though!
Our lunch stop was the National Trust car-park building near Nantmor, where we planted ourselves down for a good 20 minutes or so. Whilst there we had a chat with a very nice well spoken gentleman who was out on his horse – he came right up to us for a chat and we were able to come face to face with his lovely horse.
Within an hour or so we were back at the village. Our walk had been about 4 or so miles so not that long, but had taken us well over 3hrs with the amount of photo stops along the way. Not the most physical walk, but looking at the clouds enveloping the tops of the hills, it was a walk that we’d been happy that we’d taken.
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