Plynlimon and its satellites
I’d been keen to climb Plynlimon (2467ft) as part of my cross-Wales walk, and summitted on a wet day in October 2004.
However this route – a slow climb from the south-west, before descending to Afon Hyddgen and eventually Machynlleth – was designed as a long (16-mile) traverse rather than a hill day, and so I took the opportunity provided by an LDWA group in 2015 to pick up the other heights.
The Plynlimon range, Saturday 18 April 2018, 11 miles
The circuit took us from beside the Nant-y-Moch reservoir, up to Y Garn (2244ft), over Plynlimon and the non-Hewitt Pumluon Fach to Pen Pumlumon Llygad-bychan (2385ft) and finally Pen Pumlumon Arwystli (2431ft). We made our way back above Cwm Gwerin and then dropping down to the Afon Hengwm.
This was a good round and it was nice to have someone else organising and navigating. We had a cold and blowy day but it did provide us with dry weather and plenty of visibility – so, about as far removed as could be from the cross-Wales day; in cloud, this route would be tough to stay on track.
Plynlimon from Y Garn
LDWA Irregulars at the summit of Plynlimon
From Pen Pumlumon Arwysti
Dygarn Fawr, October 2008
I took my then teenage son Adrian to Llanwyrtyd Wells in October 2008, he to try out mountain bike trails, me to do a little walking. This gave me the chance to climb this interesting hill (2114ft) above Abergweysyn. We parked near Llannerch Yrfa, a little to the south of the Devil’s Staircase, a vicious little climb on a mountain road which Adrian was keen to try, before he set off on a stretch of the Lôn Las Cymru, a cross-Wales path for mountain bikers.
It was an unseasonally cold day, with some early snow and a chilly east wind. I set off on a path rising through woods until coming to open ground. Drygarn Fawr is barely a couple of miles away across the tussocky moors, its top marked by two giant cairns. From here Plynlimon to the north and the Beacons southwards were in plain sight, all outlined in white against the deep blue of the sky.
I didn’t quite repeat my route back, finding a gate (or was it stile?) that led to a forestry track for a quick descent to the car. Here Adrian was waiting, having found the MTB track all but impassable for mud.
Gorllwyn from Llanerch Cawr, Sunday 20 June 2021, five miles
I settled on the northern approach, though I regretted having thrown away an approach from the east recommended by that connoisseur of Welsh hills Jim Perrin, that had appeared in The Great Outdoors magazine a few months before.
Not far from the car park, I intersected my cross-Wales walk at the longhouse of Llanerch Cawr. I well remembered having been there in 2003, on my cross-Wales walk. An old quarry track then takes you half way, before following a thin path which rises beside the Marchnant. You could follow it as it trends eastwards and then turn right onto the summit ‘ridge’, but the ground is nowhere very difficult, nor slopes very steep.
After a while I just decided to make a beeline, near enough, for the 2011ft summit. Like Drygarn Fawr, you can’t miss the top, thanks to the great beehive cairn; there’s another, lower, away to the south-east.
The return was the reverse, more or less. I set a bearing, and found that the Caban-coch dam was pretty much in exactly the right place. That’s my helpful hint for non-misty days.
Although the ‘double’ of Drygarn Fawr and Gorllwyn looks an obvious round from the map, many sources counsel against it. The slopes to the west of the bwlch between them are notoriously boggy.
The view from Gorllwyn, with its conical cairn and then Drygarn Fawr in the distance
The spiral wind shelter of Pen y Garn
Pen y Garn from Gelmast corner, Wednesday 14 July 2021, four miles
A hill with a Landrover track all the way to the top! How easy could it be. And, would it be worth it?
Well yes it was; rather nice in fact. It was the first part of a double-header, as I repositioned myself from Kington, my base for the Radnor Forest hills (below), to Cwm Cwyarch, where tomorrow’s target was Glasgwm in the Arans. Indeed I was quite proud of my logistics, for in between the two hills was Machynlleth, a town I know quite well, just in time for lunch.
There was a bit of a downer in that a big SUV had plonked itself in the most obvious parking place, on a twisty road above Cwmystwyth that gets to 1200ft without every really trying.
I could just about squeeze my little Mazda onto the verge next to the gate that I actually wanted (a place that SUV could not go). From here, just follow the track, but not without an eye on the map for there are plenty of tracks one might follow. There are a couple of big zig-zags that aren’t worth short-cutting and then a third which has does have a short-cut. It’s barely worth it, and there’s barbed wire to be ducked under half-way, so on the descent I didn’t bother.
It’s hardly the craggiest summit – the 2005ft summit is in fact a gate – but there is a rather cunning spiral wind shelter and an ace view of the Plynlimon massif. On a day with a decent breeze, it was strange that the extensive Cefn Croes wind farm was off-line.
I stayed a bit longer than I might have as I was joined by a couple (sorry, ‘elderly couple’; they would have been in their 70s too) who had followed a route up from the memorial Arch on the B4574 – mostly up through forestry, they must have been pleased to leave it. But is shows there are alternatives if you want them.
The Radnor Forest Hills
Bache Hill, Black Mixen and Great Rhos from New Radnor, Tuesday 13 July 2021, 10 miles
Plus points: three Hewitts with barely 2000ft of climbing overall. Minus points: bog, heather, things that go bang, and a hill with a big mast on top.
But there they are, tucked away in a corner of Wales where they might not be expected, and at least they have the decency to group themselves closely together. I limbered up, as I think most folks do, with an ascent of the tempting Whimble, which if it had the decency to be 35ft higher would have been much the nicest ‘bag’ of the day; an up and a down, comfy grass, almost pointy summit. Once off, there’s a farm track, and then a decision to be made. Thrutch up directly through the bracken to the top of Bache Hill (2000ft), or slant leftwards on another track? Well, bracken in July is something you don’t do.
I was quite surprised by the summit; it’s on a little mound, quite out of keeping with the summit plateau, and almost exactly the right height to afford Hewitt status to the hill, by inches.
The next day I would be climbing a hill for which the summit was a gate (Pen y Garn, above). Now, I was off for the radio mast on Black Mixen (2133ft). OK, the trig point nearby, but you get the idea. I freelanced down the sheep pasture to the col between the two hills and from there there’s an obvious track heading in the right direction; you just have to veer right from it as you close in on the summit. The broad flat top of hill 3, Great Rhos (2165ft), is blindingly obvious over to the west, but in between there is the deep depression of Harley Dingle. You wouldn’t do a beeline anyway – 500ft steeply down, then up – but it’s firmly in the grip of the munitions testers, so it’s not a matter of choice but survival.
Bache Hill had an unexpected bump for a summit; Black Mixen an unmistakable mast. At least you knew when you got there. Great Rhos … pity the poor OS team, struggling with their theodolite to get the trig point in just the right place amongst the heather. As you continue along the right-of-way on the northern edge of the plateau, somewhere you have to decide where to strike across the trackless moor. Thankfully these days Hewitt-baggers have done this for you, and continue long enough a gloopy path materialises. Take it. There is nothing better.
It would be really nice to drop into Harley Dingle for the return, but you can’t, because of all the bombs, so you have to thrutch along a fence until something like a proper path, and better ground, appears. It’s tempting to cross the fence into firing range ground – clearly some still do, assuming they can easily pick up a good path in 200 metres or so, but you really shouldn’t, and not just because the path on the map isn’t there on the ground. Just saying.
At last you’re dropping down into something that is quite pretty. Turn left onto a bridleway that crosses a stream in Davy Morgan’s Dingle, contour round a bit, and then have a grand time peering over the installations of the range. (It’s not MoD, this range, but a private facility. If you want to test out some bombs or bullets, just ring up and ask, there’s a friendly website to help.) Finally you do get into the outflow of Harley Dingle; just then remember to contour round on a path that leads directly back to New Radnor instead of dropping down to the A44 in error. (No I didn’t.)
The pictures below, clockwise from upper left: Looking back to Whimble; The summit of Bache Hill; The munitions facility; The summit of Great Rhos, looking over to Black Mixen