The recent snow, although a curse for some, was a blessing for those of us who like a little bit of ‘white’ on our hills. The mountains of Snowdonia and the Lake District have been Alpine in all but scale and altitude, giving some great outings. Even the hills local to where we live have been transformed under a white blanket, and a simple dog walk felt like something much bigger.
Living on the edge of the Clwydian Hills of North-East Wales gives opportunities for some fairly amazing dog walks. Since moving here almost a year ago we’ve managed to explore some of the higher ground of the Clwydians, but one was still to be ticked off, so instead of what would once have been a dog walk in a park, we found ourselves walking the dog on Moel y Parc.
We had set off from the village of Bodfari, and before long ran into the evidence of the March blizzards. Although the snow was much in evidence, even at a low level, it was mainly confined to what had been deep drifts on the paths, in exactly the places we wanted to walk!
On the approach to the summit there was a dodgy looking area on one of the remaining snowfields, with some evidence of recent slips. We left these alone, though I did take the opportunity later on to drive round to look at the small avalanche on the Offa’s Dyke Path at Moel Llys y Coed (see post #124)– these conditions probably only occur once in a couple of decades, but were a reminder that winter conditions can be challenging even on hills of modest height.
The route gave great views over the Clwydian Range to the southeast, as well as the distant mountains of Snowdonia. Although the snow was deeper here it was no real obstacle, and we were soon on the summit.
The very obvious Moel y Parc television mast is a mere 500 metres from the summit, and as well as serving the communities of North-East Wales, its transmissions reach Liverpool, Manchester, parts of Lancashire and Cheshire and some coastal areas of Cumbria and the Isle of Man. It was also recently included in a blog featuring the adventures of a group of ‘Mast Climbers’, who had scaled the 700ft ladder up the side of the mast – Chris and I settled for the less dangerous ancient burial mound at the summit.
A cold east wind didn’t encourage loitering at the top, and we were soon on the way down to return to Bodfari by a different route. The winds around here are generally from the west, and on the descent we spotted a tree permanently bent over by the relentless force of those Westerly’s. A traversing path round the base of the hill ended the day – not quite the adventures shown in recent posts, but not bad for an afternoon dog walk.
Text and images © Paul Shorrock
p.s. It’s worth pointing out that climbing high-powered transmission masts as mentioned in the text above is definitely not a good idea – being microwaved at a height of 700 ft above the ground doesn’t sound like the kind of thing to promote a long and healthy life!
Well, after the high (literally) adventure of the previous post, this was a bit more down to earth, and none the worse for that. A walk I could quite happily have undertaken myself, sore knees and all.
I should think being microwaved at any height is no fun, but 700ft above the ground would make rescuing what was left a little more tricky 😦
You are putting me to shame with your regular posts – my own blog is getting sadly neglected.
It’s been a good discipline to stick to a weekly post, but there have been occasions when it’s been yet another thing to try to get done and finished!
Very patchy snow by the look of it, Paul. Amazingly just last weekend there were still very local patches of snow lying in sheltered spots near us – three weeks after it landed.
We are just about clear now Andy, though at a mere 110 metres altitude (and withing 5 kms of the sea) I should jolly well think so!
A group of mast-climbers! Wish I wasn’t so scared of heights – it’s the sort of thing I like to get involved in! We used to climb all our signals on the local railway – not sure how high they are but the big ones are only probably 60 feet or so. When we got to the top, our mates used to put the signal up and then drop it down hard so the whole thing would shake violently (I’ve got really nice friends 😉 ).
Bet Mist is really glad you moved down there!
Those are the kind of hills I like to do in snow (but 😮 to the avalanche!).
Climbing railway signals?!! You’re in danger of having your ‘Cowardice’ qualification removed 🙂