Archive for September 2012
It was time to head to our home for the next two weeks.
View south towards Spain
Rather than stay near the coast I wanted to be up in the hills. There is a bewildering choice of holiday accommodation in the South of France but the photos on the website of the Villa D’Olive with its views across the green mountains of the Pyrenees Orientale tipped the balance
Pool and Villa D’Olive
When we arrived on the Saturday evening the weather was looking dark and stormy but what it couldn’t hide was just what an amazing location the villa was in.
High on hillside at around 800m near the pretty village of Montferrer the views were every bit as stunning as the photos promised – a real “wow “moment as we stepped from the car to the warm greeting from the owners Ian and Linda. They were the perfect hosts, always on hand to help with any questions about the local area but respectful in allowing us to chill and relax
The house itself was marvellous, beautifully appointed with loads of space and plenty of homely touches. As to the grounds a profusion of wild flowers surrounded the lawns (with its own table tennis, the kids really liked that) and of course the pool. The kids needless to say were straight in while me and Jane did the unpacking.The true test of any holiday home for me is how quickly you feel at home, in this case about 30 minutes.
Pool and gardens
Despite my natural instinct to explore, just like our previous visits to Provence I quickly drop into a chill-out regime that scratches my itch to get back in the car (mind you 4 days living out of a suitcase does that pretty well). In the morning either me or TBF would take the 15 minute stroll into the village to collect the fresh bread and croissants for the day. After a leisurely breakfast, a morning of relaxing by the pool, reading and swimming, and a mid morning snack of local fresh fruit. Lunch taken in the conservatory (even at 800m it’s too hot to sit in the sun).
Lunch in the conservatory
Lots of local wildlife to share the place with
Don’t make me angry….
More of the same in the afternoon with a game of table tennis thrown in until it was time for the evening meal outside by the pool while the sun went down.
We had a few evening showers with being so hot and in such close proximity to the mountains. We were treated to a double rainbow display on one evening….
Natures colour palette
Somewhere over the rainbow
And some blazing sunsets as well.
The sun sets on another lazy day
There are actually two properties on the estate with a Mas lower down the slopes with its own much larger pool.
The Mas, Villa D’Olive behind
Linda kindly let us spend a day by the pool at the Mas during the changeover day so we could compare and contrast.
The Mas Pool
The kids loved the bigger pool and the fact they could jump in as there was a deep end.
Mas pool from the lazy comfort of the hammock
I loved the large hammock and could have spent the whole 2 weeks lying it.
This is the life
I’d obviously love to go back and it would be a hard choice between the properties as they are both superb
We spent at least half of the two weeks just chilling by the house with some local walks thrown in (more posts to follow). Whilst my natural instinct is to explore the local towns and villages and especially in this mountainous region, climb the hills, I love these relaxing days and despite all the great things we did, it’s the days spent at the villa that are my own abiding memory.
Pool and Villa D’Olive
As I have to work full-time I don’t get as much time as I’d like with the family but these days are real quality time to spend together and I treasure them.
These are the simple pleasures of life. Good food (and yes a few beers too, including the local cherry beer), warm sunshine, play and relaxation, all in a mountain setting to die for. A real detox from modern life.
I’ll follow-up with a few posts about pool antics, a couple of local walks (including a walk from the villa) and some nearby excursions to gorges and fortified towns but for now a few pictures of the villa and it’s surroundings and a little slide show to feel the sun as winter approaches back in the UK. A big thanks again to Linda and Ian for their hospitality and sharing their small slice of heaven
After our ramble around the Chateau de Peyrepertuse in the blistering sun we needed to cool off before completing our journey to our villa.
The upper gorge from the lower pools
A couple of miles down the road my Sunflower walking guide to the area highlighted a pleasant looking spot where the Verdouble river flows down a number of cascades and through a series of marbled rock-pools that looked ideal.
With hindsight we should have spent the whole day there in such high temperatures but then it would have been a shame not to have seen the castle. I had it in my head that the place would be hard to find, with no parking or worse, the water wouldn’t be flowing in the height of summer. I was wrong. The road was well used and signed, there was a huge car-park (with a steep parking charge) and a healthy flow of water. In short a well-known spot
The lower pools
Added together you can imagine that on a summer Saturday afternoon it was very busy with scores of people, mainly families enjoying the cool water. It’s a stunning spot with the clear turquoise water, the golden rocks and the green of the trees making an idyllic if somewhat brash and noisy setting. It was all good-humoured though with lots of families and kids jumping in the pools and scrambling up the rocks and waterfalls.
We found a shady spot and immediately dived in for a cooling dip – man it felt good after the hot and sultry conditions at the castle. The water flows across the rocks like a water slide so you can just lie back in the water and chill out literally.
Nature’s water park
We had our lunch on the rocks and while TBF relaxed me and the kids scrambled about in the pools and under the waterfalls.
Cool clear water
If you read my blog regularly you know how much I enjoy the water and rivers so messing about here I was in my element. The kids had a ball as well with the excitement of the deep water and the rocky surroundings and in particular swimming behind the waterfalls, a novel experience.
Behind the falls
“D Jones and the waterfall of fear”
TBF and L spent a happy half an hour swimming in the larger pools at the bottom, sliding and slipping across the rocks between them
TBF and L enjoy a swim
L goes solo
There are numerous pools heading up the valley and with a little more time I could have scrambled up and jumped down the falls. I imagine it would be a little less crowded during the week and absolutely perfect out of the high season
The upper gorge
The upper gorge
Looking down the gorge to the lower pools
Unfortunately we still had a couple of hours drive to the villa and we had a major shop to do so we had to pack up and head off.
The lake at the end of the gorge
There are several of these mountain rivers and gorges in this area so it would be a great place to spend a holiday. I’d certainly love to go back, a true fan of wild swimming.
It was our last day of wandering before we reached our holiday home in the South of France. We had the whole day to kill and being the castle fan that I am, I suggested we visit one of the famous castles of the Pays de Cathars.
The site has been occupied since roman times but the first mention of a castle was in 1070. Interesting bunch the Cathars described in my guide-book as the “Fundamentalists of their day”. An extreme lot they believed that Gods kingdom was locked in a battle with Satan’s evil world and that humans were base at heart. A life of purity and reincarnation was the way the true salvation (Cathar comes from the Greek Katharos meaning “pure”). They gained a strong following in this region of Languedoc and they built many fortresses in the region in the 12th Century, most sited on dramatic rock perches like Peyrepertuse and Queribus nearby. They were wiped out by the Albigensian crusades in the 13th and 14th centuries, by all accounts a merciless and brutal period that saw most believers burnt at the stake or in mass funeral pyres. The last of the Cathar prefects was burned alive in 1321 and that was the end of them. It was as much a political crusade as a spiritual one with many northern rulers, barons and knights using it as an excuse to expand their lands. It was also the first crusade on christian soil.
Lower enceinte and buttress from the approach path
Still, their castles remain and mightily impressive they are too. After a pleasant drive through the countryside we drove up the steep mountain road above Duilhac to the car park at the foot of the cliffs. The first thing that strikes you is how hard it is to tell the castle from the rock edge that it’s built upon.
Castle from the car park below
It’s quite a feat of 12th century construction to have used the natural rock as a base for the castle and the man-made and the natural blend together seamlessly. As the paths wends it way upwards towards the walls the second and most obvious thing strikes you. How on earth did they manage to build such a mighty fortress on such a remote and inaccessible limestone outcrop without recourse to modern building techniques. It’s a massive and intricate castle on a grand scale with towering walls and complex layout of rooms tumbling along the narrow rock ridge.
St Marys Church
Lower enceinte from above
Both me and D were in our element exploring every nook and cranny and scrambling about on the walls. The drops over the edge were giddying and the views from this massive stone eyrie were magnificent. The whole place needs some care as the French don’t have quite the same attachment to health and safety as in the UK and you could easily come a cropper. In my view that’s how it should be, free to explore everywhere and make your own safety decisions.
The equally impressive Chateau de Queribus was visible across the valley.
Chateau de Queribus (left of centre)
St Mary’s Church from the middle enceinte
Alas TBF and in particular L were not quite as enthralled as they are not quite the castle addicts but more so because the temperature was well over 30 degrees C, much too hot to be scrambling around a castle in the full sun. My enthusiasm had got the better of me as I really wanted to see one of these and didn’t think I’d get another chance this holiday. TBF and L decided to wait in a shady spot while me and D scrambled up the steep stone steps to the upper castle of St Jordi.
St Jordi from below
The steps to St Jordi
The views up here across the mountains and down over the rest of the castle were simply stunning. You could really appreciate the scale and the sheer amazement of its cliiftop location and audacity of its construction.
The lower castle from St Jordi
View west to Pic de Bugarach
It was a shame that the heat made a longer exploration a non-starter so we had to bail out and head down before we all got sunstroke. One of the wonders of the region and a visit here in Spring or Autumn or in the evening to watch the sun set would be breathtaking.
St Jordi from the approach path
For now we needed somewhere to sit in the shade with a picnic and cool off. Some river swimming was in order…
Onwards and southwards.
Tarn Gorge beach
After our day in the Monts Dome scrambling and slipping around on volcanos we took an overnight stop in the pretty French town of La Canourgue in one of our favourite hotels La Portalou with its creaking wooden floors and character. (photos from last years wander through the village here). It’s been our base for the last couple of trips, for a kayak down the Tarn Gorge. No sense in changing a good plan so the following morning we headed down to Les Vignes at the southern end of the gorge.
D & L, Les Vignes
Bridge at Les Vignes
In both the last 2 years it was hot and sunny in La Canourgue but we woke to cloudy skies and cool weather before a steady improvement through the day. This year it was a glorious clear cloudless morning and stayed that way for the rest of the day.
We’re almost regulars at the hire place of Aqua Loisirs and the friendly owner Karine remembered us, gave us the usual warm welcome and discount as regulars! My post from last year contains all the details of the trip down the gorge so flip back there if you want to check it out. There are also more photos and videos on that post courtesy thios year, of me forgetting to take a spare battery for my camera like the senile old git I’m turning into. We had to wait an hour for the minibus to take us to the start and I really wanted to take a dip in the waters in Les Vignes but I had to drive the car to the rendezvous point and didn’t fancy a wet seat. Les Vignes is a lovely place with a beach by the river and would a nice place to spend the afternoon and watch the kayaks go by and especially descend the weir just above the car park down a water chute – I so wanted to give that a go
Weir at Les Vignes with the water chute in the centre
Safe to say it’s a truly superb day out and one of the days I really look forward to. A mixture of gentle kayaking along a crystal clear river, stopping to swim in the silky cool waters, watching the dragonflies buzz past, the fish in the water and the eagles and vultures soaring high above.
We even have our own favourite picnic spot just at the end of the narrow section of Les Detroits where we can sunbathe swim and pig out. Both kids now like to find the faster flowing bits for a swim so they can float down the rapids. We found several of these to enjoy this year.
Messing about on the river
Just like in the Monts Dome it’s the vivid colours that really make the spirit soar. The river moving from dark blue to pale green but always clear, the bright yellows, browns and whites of the cliffs interspersed with luxuriant multitudes of greens from the trees. The height of the cliffs is awesome and the carved shapes are different and amazing at every turn and bend. One of my favourite places.
The trip always seems to end too soon and you just want to carry on and on. Before we headed off on the next part of the journey we stopped at the end point and had a snack and cuppa on an island in the middle of the river. We swam some more and watched the kayaks trying to negotiate a rather tricky fast flowing section. At least half ended up going backwards or crashing into the rocks and a handful capsized to keep us all entertained.
Tea by the river
Time to continue the journey, heading down to our hotel in Narbonne. An unsurprising need for a pee stop for TBF gave me and D the chance for a close up look at the Millau viaduct from the Service Area built at one end. It’s a breathtaking structure, and impressively designed with slender pylons and graceful curves. I think it’s beautiful.
For the technical among you here are some facts:
Designed by Sir Norman Foster in conjunction with Michel Virlogeux
Cost to build was 394 million euros
Time to build 2 million working hours
Total height 343m (higher than the Eiffel Tower)
Expected to last 120 years
See, you’ve learned something about the worlds highest bridge!
We moved on across the viaduct (always a little disappointing as you don’t get any sense of the height) and headed across the high Causse de Larzac and down towards the Med. Most noticeable was the temperature which increased steadily from the high 20’s to a sizzling 38 degrees by the time we reached Narbonne. Luckily our hotel room had air conditioning, unluckily it was crap, blowing out a dribble of cool air into the oven that passed for the room. An uncomfortable night but after a fine day like that who cares 🙂
And so it begins…..
Puy de Lassolas
Once again we were off on what has become our annual summer holiday trip to France. It was a similar trip to last year so if you want to get a feel for why we choose these long road trips then check out some of the posts from last year which will give you the flavour and how I plan and organise things. Also saves me having to write it out again! All the reports from last year are listed on my Family Trips page and I’ll cross link the relevant pages as I post this years
We’ve got the whole planning and journey thing down to a fine art now (checkout the Outward Journey post from last year) so after a long couple of days driving from Hereford via the Eurotunnel, a night in Boulogne and a day spent on the Motorway we found ourselves once again in Clermont Ferrand in the Auverge. The French leg of the drive started off wet with heavy rain in Boulogne but it had stopped within 30 minutes and by the time we reached Clermont the temperature was 30 degrees C.
As always after 2 days cocooned in the car we were ready for some proper holiday stuff so like the last 2 years we headed for the volcanos and cinder cones of the Monts Dome. Previously we’ve taken a walk up the stunning Puy de Pariou with its own crater. Whilst it’s a stunning walk we fancied a change and having checked the map out I found what looked like a nice half a day walk over a couple of mountains a bit further south. We parked up in the woods, packed the picnic and headed off under a cloudless blue sky and hot sun.
The first cinder cone is the Puy de la Vache and rather than a perfect cone the sides have collapsed to reveal what the inside looks like. After 10 minutes we came out into the open amidst a collection ragged volcanic rocks and red scree/soil.
Volcano rock garden, Puy de la Vache
I informed the kids that we were in effect inside a volcano. Taking a slight liberty but near enough the truth for me.
Layers of volcanic rock and soil
From there it was a very steep, stepped climb all the way to the top. As we climbed the expansive view opened out with distant views of the Monts du Cantal and Masif du Sancy and nearby the famous sentinel of the Puy de Dome.
Monts du Cantal
All around are numerous small cinder cones all with their distinctive shape. Almost every one is swathed in trees so I was surprised to read that not all the trees are natural. The Count of Montlosier started planting trees in the early 19th century to show that trees could be grown on land thought of as useless (apparently he was thought a bit of an idiot for this but as you can see he was right).
Surrounding tree-covered Puys
At the summit you can then walk around what remains of the rim of the crater and take in the views.
Puy de Lassolas from Puy de la Vache
As we descended we discovered why everyone thought trees couldn’t grow here – the ground is astonishingly steep, loose and slippery, like walking on a pile of ball-bearings. We managed to get down to the col before the next climb without incident and worked our way up the equally steep and loose Puy de Lassolas. L was struggling in the hot sun so I introduced her to the art of steep climbs, just keep a slow methodical pace and keep going to the top, and it worked!
Crater rim of Puy de Lassolas
The summit was superb with a well-formed crater rim perched over the steep slopes with stupendous views. It was just great to be out in the sun after such a long drive and after such dismal summer in the UK. It was the first day we’d spent in the hot sunshine since May. I’m not exactly a sun worshipper but there is nothing like feeling the warm sun on your back especially after 2 months of cloiud and rain. It was hot but with enough breeze to keep things pleasant and we engaged in our favourite pastime of an extensive fresh picnic lunch in the sun. Nothing beats a some fresh crusty french bread with cheese/ham and a collection of local fresh fruit. Heaven in a stripy coolbag/rucksack 🙂
Puy de la Vache from Puy de Lassolas
The end of the crater rim was a perfect lunch stop and TBF in particular was happy to lay back and soak up the warm rays of the sun.
TBF takes a nap
While we were there, a helicopter buzzed around us and appeared to be some form of civil rescue chopper. It hovered over the col we walked over for several minutes so it was possible that someone had slipped on the treacherous slopes and done themselves a nasty. We never did find out
Civil Security chopper
Adds to the view don’t you think?
Unfortunately we still had a few miles to drive later that day so we reluctantly headed down an even steeper and looser slope than the previous one after an engaging stroll around the rim, delaying as long as possible the inevitable climb back into the car
Walking the rim
Every step was precarious and I was amazed we all got down without incident. Well nearly, I’d held L’s hand all the way down to make sure she stayed on her feet. As we approached the very last shallow downhill section to the grassy path at the bottom I let go and she slipped over almost instantly getting a nasty elbow graze for her trouble. Typical. As we approached the car park there were several more vehicles with the same markings as the helicopter but no sign of any casualties or activity, perhaps an exercise.
Puy de Lassolas
Meadows at the base
Time to move on. We headed further south to our hotel in La Canourgue ready for our next adventure with another kayak trip to the Tarn gorges
A fine walk that again tells me I should explore this area in greater depth but as with many of these places it’s uncertain if I ever will. Its a truly stunning area and relatively quiet and unspoilt. The clours are just breathtaking with the dark reds and browns of the rocks, the deep greens of the forests and the clear blue skies we’ve been lucky to see on all 3 days out here. There always seems to be an exceptional clarity to the air here. Like a wine glass you can ping and get a note. Check it out if you are down this way, you won’t be disappointed.
Whilst on our regular summer trips to the Lleyn Peninsula and North Wales, we’ve played on the beach, walked the hills and visited the local sites. One thing we haven’t done is walk the coast. With the Welsh coast path now official we’ve corrected that and while on this years trip between the family we explored a good part of the local coastline near Towyn. It doesn’t possess the drama of the SW tip of the peninsula or of the Pembrokeshire or Cornish/Devon coast but it does have its own charming spots and views to the isolated hills that dominate the centre and Northern reaches.
While I was back at work BF and D took a walk along the coast from Nefyn back to the campsite while everyone else went to the circus for one of the kid’s birthday treats. It’s one of those to file under “doesn’t look all that far on the map” but as they inevitably found out with coastal walking it’s always further than you think. With its constant ups and downs, ins and outs, bays and peninsulas, it took them hours to complete the walk and D in particular was on his last legs by the time he got back. Their reward was some stunning views of the coast and surrounding hills on this little walked section of coast on a lovely warm summer evening.
D walks the coast above Porth Dinllaen
As always Carn Fadryn caught the eye.
Morfa Nefyn and Carn Fadryn
I was a more than a little jealous when I saw the photos, much better than the circus (I hate clowns, something spooky about them and they aren’t even remotely funny)
Along the coast to The Rivals
As the week progresses our friends start to head back home and on the second Saturday afternoon, ED and his brood bid us a fond farewell and we were left on our own. Whenever we have one of our get togethers it’s always leaves me feeling a little down and flat once everyone else has gone home. It’s particularly so at Towyn as having everyone there is what the holiday is about and when it’s just us left it simply doesn’t feel right. Even though it was a pleasant afternoon part of me just wanted to go home. The kids felt the same way too. When we asked them if they wanted to go to the beach they declined. From their perspective being on the beach at Towyn was something they did with their friends. Even though they will normally play quite happily on their own on any beach it’s just not something they do at Towyn.
So we decided to take a little evening stroll on the coast.
The Rivals from Porth Dinllaen
There is a small headland at Porth Dinllaen near Morfa Nefyn that has always looked intriguing so we parked up at the golf course and wandered across the fairways to the small collection of houses on the beach.
Porth Dinllaen and the Ty Coch Inn
There is in fact a pub there and what a splendid little spot it was. There was a blues band warming up for gig and a happy atmosphere of people sitting on the beach having a drink. The band was pretty good to and I cursed the fact I hadn’t bothered to bring any money with me otherwise I’d have settled down for a couple of pints (I’d have probably still been there now!).
Boats and Pubs
The setting here is perfect. A calm bay with boats bobbing about and the Rivals where we’d walked earlier in the week as a dramatic backdrop. I can’t belive I’ve been visiting this area for 7 years and never having been down here, I’ll be correcting that error in the coming years.
Across the bay
Despite the temptation to linger on the beach and try to beg, steal or borrow money for pint we decided to walk around the headland. There is an enchanting path that meanders along the waterline around to the lifeboat station and coastguard lookout point on the tip of the headland. With intermittent sunshine and dark brooding clouds the views were just magnificent looking back to the houses at Porth Dinllaen and across the Rivals.
The Rivals from the headland
On the return section we were even treated to rainbow to really set the seal on the views. The band was in full flow as we went past with a real low key party atmosphere and I cursed again at my lack forethought. It was warm and sheltered enough to have sat on the beach until dark but we had to return. I’ll be hoping the band returns next year so I can enjoy the place to the full.
Somewhere over the rainbow
The sun sets on a fine holiday
It turned out to be our last action of the holiday save a short visit to my parents at their caravan on the way home. Another memorable week in this most under-valued part of our coastline. I hope it stays that way. It’s a gem that doesn’t need the trappings of tourism and I hope to be coming here for many summers to come.
On our trip to Towyn last year I fashioned an escape plan for ED, EWO and myself to take on a walk in Snowdonia. We had a superb day on the Nantlle Ridge and so on this years Towyn trip we hatched plans to do the same again. We were up early at 7am but the weather was dank, grey and dreary, ED and me discussed the possibility of it clearing and whether we should go for it anyway but seeing as the normally mad keen EWO was nowhere to be seen (he later “claimed” he was awake and just waiting for us to knock on the door of his van – yeah right!) we bailed out and went back to bed. The day wasn’t a total loss as we went to Beaumaris castle later in the day which turned into a mighty fine day.
With our walking itch remaining unscratched we needed another plan. On my last day before I went home we decided to take the keen kids out for a walk. In previous years we’ve always been up Carn Fadryn, a storming little hill that the whole posse including the little ones have climbed. This year we decided it was time to try The Rivals as they dominate the view to the east and by all accounts are fabulous hills.
Leaving some of the kids to play on the beach and some to visit Portmerion with one of the Beach Funsters a small select band set off for the hills.
Yr Eifl from the car park
We parked up at the large parking area just beyond Mount Pleasant on the road to the Welsh National Language Centre. It’s pretty much 1000 feet up so less than 1000 feet to the top, ideal for a gentle stroll with the kids (and more importantly to allow lots of time for stops and lazing about which is my want these days). Rather than head straight to the main summit of Yr Eifl we thought we’d take in the smaller summit of Tre’r Ceiri first. We (well me and EWO) headed off up the slopes and made a line for this lower summit.
On the right path
Well that’s what we told ourselves. Neglecting to bring a map we soon discovered we were in fact on a path to the main summit and what we originally thought was Tre’r Ceiri turned out to be the somewhat insignificant pimple of Caergribin. An easy mistake to make of course even if doesn’t posess a contour to call its own. ED was marshalling the kids at the back and as is his way took the pish mercilessly and grumbled bitterly at the 1/4 mile of deep heather and bog we had to traverse to get to the path we should have been on in the first place.
All part of life’s learning curve is my excuse and I’m sticking to it along with blaming EWO as he never reads my blog so he can’t argue 🙂
Once we were back on track we could see that Tre’r Ceiri is a significant presence with around 400 feet of ascent to the top and it looked mighty interesting.
There was a good albeit steep path through the broken rocks and scree that smother these hills. I’d read it had and iron age hill fort on the top but what I hadn’t read was how magnificent it was. There is similar settlement on Carn Fadryn but all that remains are a few low remnants of walls. Here the walls were, in a word, massive, at least in girth being a good couple of metres thick and nearly the same in height in places. The whole summit area is covered in numerous lines of old buildings and enclosures with the whole summit enclosed by the massive outer wall. The information boards said the wall was up to 4 metres high originally, although how they know that is a mystery. Whatever, this is a truly breathtaking site and yet it seems pretty much obscure. I’ve paid hard cash to visit iron-age monuments a whole lot less impressive. Echoing the comments in EDs report of the day you really need to see this place so make sure you take it in on any walk in these hills and take time to explore, its awesome.
ED and A scrambling on the ramparts
Gyrn Ddu, Gryn Goch and Bwlch Mawr
We had an early lunch amongst the summit rocks before pressing on to the main summit. After exiting the walls through a hole which may or may not have been an original entry/exit way, we found a very thin path through the rocks.
Yr Eifl main summit
The main outer wall
It turned out to be an excellent path all the way to the summit of Yr Eifl threading its way through the rocks and boulders.
Looking back to Tre’r Ceiri
The weather had promised good things but it had been intermittently grey all morning with even a few spots of rain but at the summit some hazy sunshine appeared and the views were just magnificent.
Approaching the summit, Lleyn Peninsula behind
There is nothing to beat coastal mountains and Yr Eifl is spectacular in this regard. Perched immediately above the sea the views straight down to Trefor are magnificent and those out along the Lleyn Peninsula with both coasts and of course Carn Fadryn even better. The views extended across the whole of Snowdonia so we could play the timeless game of peak spotting/naming and across Cardigan Bay to the Pembrokeshire coast.
Across Cardigan Bay to the Rhinogs
The nearby hills of Gyrn Ddu, Gryn Goch and Bwlch Mawr looked intriguing for another walk in this neglected area. The small un-named peak next to Yr Eifl promises an even better coastal viewpoint but we decided to save that for another day (there is an excellent video on youtube here of a stroll over that one if you’re interested)
We had an extended lunch just down from the summit trig pillar intriguingly topped with a “4” not unlike those Channel 4 graphics, no idea what it was for.
The Trig Pillar “4”
ED enlivened and amused the event by sitting on an ant’s nest and getting several formic nips in his unmentionable regions for his trouble. I can sit on summits for hours with food and good company. Alas the kids get restless pretty quickly and wanted to be off down and back to the beach for more play.
The summit party
We strode back down to the car the walking itch scratched, even if EDs ant bites needed more. A super outing and one enjoyed by all the kids as well as the adults. Thank you for the days……