Moelwynion report, Martin Crook

Go through the mountains, crest a rise topping out Crimea Pass, then drop 13% steep, am millitar for ¼ of a mile, but don’t expect all visions of Snowdonia to guarantee serenity. You could for instance wake up in Blaenau Ffestiniog engulfed by Trollenberg Terror cloud cover and, if unfamiliar with drizzle grey surroundings, be... Continue Reading →

The View from Planet Gest, Martin Crook

“A great experience awaited us and one which forever set at rest any doubt which we could have had as to the wonders so near us” Conan Doyle, The Lost World Around half past two on a late August afternoon, Mel Griffiths and I having brewed up outside Erics café generally dismissing roped climbing activity... Continue Reading →

Welcome to the Lledr Dome, Martin Crook

  Somewhere between Akinari Vedas tales of a pale mysterious moon after rain, and Von Ryans express lies the Lledr. That is not literally so hardly matters. Miss the train from Roman Bridge to Llandudno Junction on a misty November night and, well, tell me about it! Maybe your car’s parked in Dolwyddelan, so walk... Continue Reading →

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