I recently spent three nights and two days on the Ridgeway Path. The Ridgeway (‘the middle bit’ of the ‘Greater Ridgeway ancient route that stretches 360 miles diagonally between the Dorset and Norfolk coasts) is about 87 miles in length. I did around 24 miles on two sections in total across the two days.
But the section I did was 30 years and as many miles displaced from the part I knew as a child and teenager (hence almost memory lane). The names of the villages and towns I came close to or stayed overnight at (camping) were familiar, just not known like the back of my (ageing) hand.
There’s scant audio-visual accompaniment to this blog post: my phone’s SD card fubar’d whilst away (on the last morning). So pretty much all my trip photos and the handful of videos I had shot have gone. A few days after the event I’m pretty sanguine about it (mostly) and it’s a reminder not rely on technology too much. And to maybe have a backup camera to share the load. And to use my memory more of course (possibly, although that’s never been a great storage medium for me).
Striding Edge the wrong way round? The ‘right way round’ sounded daunting enough to me, when I signed up for Michelle’s ‘summer trip up a Mountain’ group on Facebook. I’m not the most cavalier of ridge / high track walkers (witness my cramped fingers after a day on the Rum Cuillins – you can only grip an outcrop for so long you know..) and I’d got the Assault On Striding Edge route kind of mapped out in my head. That was before the weather changed our plans. Continue reading
About this time last week I was two thirds towards the summit of Snowdon (just above the railway bridge and with the cliffs of Cwm Glas Bach on my left as I looked up hill to Clogwyn Coch). And that’s as far as I got. Standing with son Joe and a couple of other mates (from a much larger group strung out above and below us on Llanberis path), I was ho-humming about completing the final section to the top. Some time with Joe and a cup of tea back at the Pen Ceunant Tea House won out. Down through the snow storm (and then sleet) we headed. More of that later, I’m getting ahead of myself…