It’s a couple of weekends ago now, but I headed up Carnedd Moel Siabod with my two brothers the other day. One of them isn’t in the greatest health now, so long days carrying a lot of kit are a bit of a no-no for him, hence we took the opportunity to do a night’s camp by the small llyn on the east side, then scramble the classic rocky east ridge the morning after.
Dad introduced us at an early age to the delights of N Wales, often camping at Dol-gam in the valley near the Tyn-y-Coed/Cobdens pubs – he rather liked a beer or two, did my old man. And sometimes camping out up in the hills, so this was a nod to his ideas.
1) Amongst the ruins of the lower slate quarries:-
2) Three no-longer-so-young brothers at a wild campsite in the cwm below the east ridge
3) The same cwm in the morning sun
4) High on said east ridge, looking down to Llyn-y Foel 1000ft below
All agreed it was a success, even if middle brother was well bolloxed by the end of the walk back to the cars.