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Just a Minute

Repetition. Deviation. Hesitation. Gary and I broke all three rules of Just a Minute with our route choices on a recent trip to Snowdonia.

We met up on Friday night, and spent a windy and rainy night in the camper van. Saturday morning started with more of the same, so a leisurely start involving bacon butties saw us set off up the North Ridge of Tryfan at 11:00. This was the first rule broken: repetition. Gary and I have done this route more times than either of us can remember, but this time we thought we'd provide a bit more interest through the breaking of the second rule: deviation. Rather than take the route we're both familiar with, we started far more centrally up the ridge and managed to find a very long stretch of sustained interesting scrambling. In doing so, we took great delight in clambering over bits of the ridge we'd never even seen before – there are some great lines to play around on if you just pick your way up. I'm not suggesting this was a rarely-trodden route; there were footprints, crampon scratches and polish everywhere, but it certainly kept us entertained. We finished up the nose, where Gary managed to predict exactly the number of people who would be sat having lunch on the summit.

Starting up Ordinary Route (Diff). Climber at the top is just about the belay I'm heading for. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011. Photo by Gary Mirams.

Starting up Ordinary Route (Diff). Climber at the top is just about the belay I'm heading for. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011. Photo by Gary Mirams.

We found ourselves at Bwlch Tryfan at 13:30, wondering what to do with the rest of our day. Our first plan that morning had been to look at Ordinary Route (Diff) on Idwal slabs. Although the rain first thing had put us off, everything was drying out nicely so we decided to descend back to the van and then visit the slabs. This we duly did, with a detour to the brew shack to pick up a sausage roll for Gary! We arrived at the slabs late afternoon and then had to queue to get on the route, which turned out to be bone dry most of the way up. I had unfinished business with Ordinary Route, having attempted it on an MPS trip a couple of years ago and been robustly rebuffed. We eventually got onto the rock, and I led the first long pitch. We alternated from there, with no real dramas to speak of. It's a nice route with no real difficulties, although I'd imagine pitch three is a bit disconcerting in the rain in big boots. The descent, however, did get exciting and led to our final Just a Minute rule break: hesitation. I'd read plenty of descriptions of the down-climb / abseil as horrible, and it turned out to be true. It's very polished, with the potential for a nasty fall if you did take a slip. Anyway, we eventually abbed off and it wasn't as nasty as it looked from above (I'd still ab next time too, though!).

This belay was a thing of beauty; I only wish I could have photographed the whole thing in one shot. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

This belay was a thing of beauty; I only wish I could have photographed the whole thing in one shot. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Coming off the hill late, we realised that no pubs would still be serving food, so had to venture into Bangor. KFC at 22:30 on the Saturday of a bank holiday weekend is certainly an interesting place to be, and we scoffed our sub-standard fare at a rate of knots before heading back up to the van. On our return, there were still headtorches flashing around halfway up Milestone Buttress, so we headed over to see if everything was alright. By the time we reached the bottom of the path, the pair had descended and were perfectly happy – turns out they'd only started at 19:30 so fully expected to finish in the dark!

Gary starting up the final pitch. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Gary starting up the final pitch. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Sunday morning's weather was another stinker, so we opted for another of my wet-weather favourites: Daear Ddu on Moel Siabod. Gary hadn't done the ridge before, and the cloud lifted just as we approached it across the cwm. It proved good sport as ever, and we actually had some decent views from the summit. That took care of more repetition, and so we then undertook some more deviation from previous routes on our return north, sticking to the top ridge-line rather than dropping with the main path and then contouring around. I can't believe I've never done that before – it was brilliant! A lovely craggy ridge with the cwm dropping away to your right, and far more rocky interest than the motorway path on the Dyffryn Mymbyr side of the hill. Highly recommended, and further proof that even familiar places and still provide nice suprises.

Sunday - Looking towards the southern half of the national park from Daer Ddu. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Sunday - Looking towards the southern half of the national park from Daer Ddu. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Returning to the car park, we set off home. I suspected our journeys back would be carried out at slightly different paces, given that Gary was in the van and I had borrowed a 182BHP Renaultsport Clio for the weekend. The pair were diplomatically described by a passer-by as "the tortoise and the hare". This assessment proved accurate, though, as Gary got away from the car park cleanly, but I ended up stuck in slow-moving traffic for a significant portion of the journey home! Still, another successful weekend, and I finally got to climb Idwal Slabs after 30 years of walking under them. Result.

The Tortoise and the Hare. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

The Tortoise and the Hare. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

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Dash in the Dark, Scramble in the Sun

Llandegla has been the scene of some hard work from me in the past, specifically the Fearless duathlons last year and this. Friday night saw me in further respiratory distress running along that pesky reservoir wall, taking part in the Dash in the Dark. The mini-series, organised by the Clwydian Range Runners, has taken place on Friday nights closest to the full moon between January and March through the forest at Llandegla. I wasn't aware of the first two races, but by sheer good luck I was at my parents' house nearby on Friday night for the final fixture. The dark aspect of the race is fairly key, so the advertised start time was delayed to let the sun go down! Waiting for darkness to fall, the sunset was lovely in a clear sky.

Sunset at Llandegla. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Sunset at Llandegla. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

The field of forty runners set off at about 19:00, and I was somewhat shocked by the sprint off the start line. Being used to longer events like Fearless and Nine Edges, I generally have to pace myself. The Dash in the Dark is 3.5 miles, so there were no such worries here. I soon picked up the pace and managed to stay within sight of the main lead group for the first couple of miles (a few superhuman individuals at the front shot off immediately!). Not being used to such sustained speed, I dropped off a little after that but was still comfortable.

Click here for a photo of me during the run on prdouglas.co.uk

The full moon, also being the closest it has been to earth for 20 years, was huge and incredibly bright in the clear night sky. Headtorches were definitely still required deep in the forest though. My final time was 30:34 for 5.3km off-road at night, which I was quite happy with. It was a well-organised event, but still small enough to remain friendly and informal. Unfortunately I wasn't able to stay for the prize-giving (although I doubt my absence caused any major problems!). I'd thoroughly recommend it for next year, although I have read somewhere about a Dash in the Daylight series which may well be worth a look too if you're local.

[Edit: The results (Excel spreadsheet) are now in. 30m 34s confirmed as the time, placing me 17th out of 38.]

A minor miracle took place on Saturday, and my brother got out of bed early enough to come scrambling with James and I. This was Gareth's first roped scramble, so we wanted something easy but in a spectacular location. Main Gully on Glyder Fach main cliff seemed to fit the bill, especially since it was also the first roped scramble that James and I ever did. Driving up Nant Ffrancon, the cliff looked incredible; dark and foreboding, and swirling in and out of the clouds. Having climbed there several times, James and I know it's not as intimidating as it looks up close, but Gareth was looking apprehensive. The only way in which the nerves manifested themselves was the application of minor damage to my helmet before we'd even left the car park, but he did provide the Haribo after dinner that evening so I guess I can forgive and forget. The walk-in nearly killed him, but we geared-up at the top of Alphabet Slab and had an enjoyable few pitches.

Me approaching James' belay atop the second pitch, Main Gully. Copyright Gareth Williams 2011.

Me approaching James' belay atop the second pitch, Main Gully. Copyright Gareth Williams 2011.

It was interesting how scrappy and mucky I found the first couple of pitches, especially in comparison with Pinnacle Ridge and Ordinary Route which we did a couple of weeks ago. For a long time now, the first thing 'climbers' have said to me on hearing of the Scrambles in Snowdonia challenge is "Why? Climbs are much nicer and safer than scrambles.". I've not really subscribed to that point of view before, but after scrabbling up mud and grass at the bottom of Main Gully I'm perhaps coming around to their way of thinking. During James' lead he took great delight in finding one of the miniscule remaining snow patches in North Wales and sending a high-speed package of it hurtling towards us at the belay below. The weather remained compliant throughout, with patchy sunshine highlighting the great views of Nant Ffrancon, Ogwen and Bochlwyd from high up on the ridge. The cloud that had helpfully made the cliff look more hardcore than it actually is burnt off as soon as the morning sun got some heat on it.

Gareth high above Glyder Fach Main Ridge. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Gareth high above Glyder Fach Main Ridge. Copyright Haydn Williams 2011.

Gareth got on fine and didn't have any problems on the climb; he was out-pacing me at times, as I sat below complaining about getting too old for this kind of shenanigans. We topped out mid-afternoon and negotiated the death-screes beside Bristly Ridge before continuing the descent to the car. On the way back we introduced Gareth to the now traditional delights of Rhug, and I finished the day off in style by throwing a complete curveball and ordering a gammon bap with pineapple instead of a cheeseburger. Extreme to the max.

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Balls of Bronze

A rendezvous on Friday night a couple of weeks back formed the start of a hilly weekend in Snowdonia. Jamie and I took my car, naively assuming we’d beat Gary and Gareth in the camper van by a lengthy margin. Unfortunately stops at my parents’ house and two supermarkets reduced our efficiency somewhat, and we arrived at Beddgelert at 23:00 to find that the campervan contingent had already spent 15 minutes wandering around trying to find my car or the caravan (and failing on both counts).

Saturday morning continued the rainy trend which had made its presence known throughout the night. Undeterred, we modified our plans from climbing to rambling, finally deciding on an ascent of Yr Aran, which none of us had been up before. Nonetheless, our unwavering faith in our own navigational ability gave us confidence, and was summed up by Jamie with the phrase “If Gary gets lost, I just assume it’s the mountain that’s wrong.”. After climbing for about twenty minutes we entered the cloud, and thus didn’t actually see anything from the local maxima of Craig Wen or Yr Aran. Some consternation was caused by the disparity between reality and the map when the trig point marked on the 1:25,000 was noted to be conspicuously absent from the summit of Yr Aran. However, I soon resolved this by arbitrarily deciding – with no evidence whatsoever – that the trig point must have been hidden beneath the small summit cairn and we therefore must be on the correct mountain. Thus reassured, we continued north in the cloud, and eventually down to the quarry at Bwlch Cwm Llan. Shortly after lunch, we discovered a drainage tunnel cutting under the track and into an old quarry working. Given that it was under eight inches of water, G and I approached the tunnel problem from different angles. He used his high-tech Yeti gaiters to prevent water ingress into his boots; I took off my boots and went barefoot.

On my way to the Lost World. Copyright Jamie Buxton 2010

On my way to the Lost World. Copyright Jamie Buxton 2010

Once inside we found ourselves in a verdant world of ferns and foliage reminiscent of the Lost World. Another tunnel continued further into the quarry workings, but further exploration evidently required scuba gear and an unhealthy interest in dark places. We returned to our entry point, passing pterodactyls and several triceratops along the way. Being the hiking enthusiasts we are, we then retired to the pub. I had the novelty of catching a steam train back to the campsite to fetch the car, and dinner provided a welcome interlude before another pub visit.

Steam train - the only way to travel home from the pub. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Steam train - the only way to travel home from the pub. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Sunday's weather proved far more amenable, with blue skies visible at the campsite. We decided a visit to the main cliff of Glyder Fach was in order; Gareth and Jamie were to ascend Dolmen Ridge (***, 3) while Gary and I took on Main Gully Ridge (***, 3 or Mod, depending on who you believe). We climbed to the bottom of the cliff together, and then split to find our respective routes. As per the rules of the Scrambles in Snowdonia challenge, I was bound to take the more difficult Grade 3 variation of Main Gully Ridge. The only snag with this option is that the hardest moves are the very first ones, with little gear and plenty of exposure. Also weighing heavy on my mind was the fact that every move would be recorded with my new birthday present – a helmet-cam. I was therefore thrilled when Gary offered me the lead, particularly since I'd done only one mountain route in the past eighteen months. I reminded myself of recent climbing successes in the Peak District (backing off a Mod, with a rope, in rock boots), and stepped up to the plate.

Still taken from helmet-cam footage. Gary and the drop above Alphabet Slab. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Still taken from helmet-cam footage. Gary and the drop above Alphabet Slab. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Anyway, I surprised myself by getting back into the swing of things without any major dramas (albeit very slowly!), and lead the whole route. We did two very exposed pitches, then a third up to the top of the ‘slot’ described by Ashton. I can only assume it was a printing error which meant the words ‘slimy, grotty, muddy’ and ‘slippery’ were missed out of the description of said slot. Gary politely pointed out later in the day that despite the amenable angle this was the place in which I placed the most gear! Despite my initial claim that the lead had required balls of steel, we eventually agreed that it was probably a little bit less hardcore than that. From the slot, we moved together and confirmed that the top half of that ridge is my absolute favourite place in the whole of Snowdonia*. After a bit of food, we met Gareth and Jamie back at Idwal Cottage. They’d taken one pitch on Dolmen Ridge, moving together the rest of the time, and had obviously had a thoroughly enjoyable day too.

Gary took the campervan back down south, while we made our way to Nottingham to the sound of mid-90s cheese and, in the words of Gareth, "bouncy old-school hip-hop". Unfortunately the helmet-cam footage wasn't quite up to being broadcast on the BBC HD channel, but I've cobbled something together quickly in iMovie from the bits we did get. Once I've had a bit more time to tighten it up a bit and get rid of the really boring bits, I might post something up here.

* As long as we don’t include winter. That might complicate things.

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