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Showing posts with label Dolgellau. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 3 June 2008

Bridge Over The River Mawddach



Early on Monday morning 14 April I parked the car near the Penmaenpool toll bridge which spans the River Mawddach between Barmouth and Dolgellau. The weather was gradually improving as the week progressed but it was still very cold. I'd planned a walk over the smaller hills overlooking Penmaenpool and the Mawddach estuary, with a return route along the old Dolgellau-Barmouth railway track, now a walkers' and cyclists' path. I meandered upwards and downwards (though it felt mainly upwards, curse my aching legs) across these brown and green hills, passing working farmsteads, fields full of sheep and lambs, ruined stone barns. I encountered few birds on this part of the walk except the occasional buzzard. Later however, from the Morfa Mawddach dismantled railway track I spotted pairs of shelduck and Canada geese on the estuary, chiffchaffs in the birch trees and wrens scuffling like mice through the undergrowth. Deep in the Abergwnant Woods I heard a woodpecker drumming. And 5 aggressive male mallards chased one poor female over the marsh and across the trees in fast, frenzied flight. Yes, love was definitely in the air. I regained the car park and drove back to my solitary tent.

Torrent And Precipice




Back to my Welsh walking week... The rain was still falling and I was tired with aching muscles from that rough Saturday in the Rhinogs, so I opted for a few gentler days.

Sunday 13 April I did a couple of walks near Dolgellau. These are well known, local walks much loved by visitors to West Wales. The 1st, called the Torrent Walk, is a short woodland walk around a gorge of the River Clywedog. Well, it's more of a stream really. The grassy banks of the lane leading up to this rocky ravine were carpeted with flowering violets and celandines, and the fresh springtime leaves of wild arum, ransoms, dog's mercury and foxgloves. Soft rain drizzled down as I followed the slippery path up the gorge through this natural gateway of mossy rocks (1st pic).

By afternoon the skies had cleared dramatically, but it was still cold and there was the odd hail shower. I pottered along the popular Precipice Walk - little more than 3 miles long but with most impressive views. The 2nd pic, taken from this high, contouring path, shows a scene north towards the Snowdon range (though you can't see it) and the 3rd pic reveals the snow-capped Arenigs to the east. The clouds and cloud shadows were particularly notable.