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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

It should go without saying... but bring a compass.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

Near the ‘top’ of Daear Ddu.... if Coflein’s records are to be believed it was not far from here – at SH71005520 – that the wondrous ‘Moel Siabod’ bronze shield was found. If so, it is an apt location.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

Curious large slabs within the gutted cairn.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

Looking across the cairn toward distant Y Carneddau.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

The ‘possible’ internal orthostats. Or not.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

The large slab and associated stones certainly resemble the displaced remnants of a shattered former cist... whether they are is, of course, another matter. Note also the two vertical ‘orthostats’ set just beyond.

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Sadly the interior of the cairn has been almost gutted – in the usual manner – by myopic peak baggers. Almost, but not quite.

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The cairn viewed from the 2,861 ft summit. Y Carneddau form the backdrop...

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

Do you ever get that feeling you’re not alone? Brocken Spectre at the summit of Moel Siabod [24/10/2019]. Well, either that or the former occupant of the cairn (sited to left) was going for a wander. Or maybe even looking for his/her shield? Now just consider... for a moment... that you were a Bronze Age shaman and adept at predicting these spellbinding phenomena? Pure theatre guaranteed to get a 10 even from darling Revel Horwood.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

Photo of Bronze shield from Prehistoric England (Graham Clarke – 1948)

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The solitary bulk of Carnedd Moel Siabod is centre, seen across lovely Cwm Lloer from the massive Bronze Age cairn of Carnedd Fach. Tryfan to the right of centre, with my route up here rising from centre to right of shot.

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Zoomed in on from Iwerddon hill south west of Moel Siabod, you can see the cairn from five miles away.

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From the A5 between Betsy and Conwy falls.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by postman

Moel Siabod with Tryfan over it’s right shoulder, seen from Iwerddon to the south east, near Penmachno.

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The Carneddau fill the horizon beneath a very angry sky......... Pen Llithrig y Wrach rises immediately above the cairn, with Carnedd Llewelyn top left. The large stone within the storm shelter – just visible – looks mightily like a capstone. Furthermore, a magnificent Bronze Age shield was found nearby in 1784 at SH71005520. It is now in The British Museum.

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It is perhaps chasing windmills to attempt to relate what it was that drove Bronze Age peoples to bury their important dead upon mountain tops.... for me, however, fleeting moments such as this suggest we are perhaps not so different. The cloud-wreathed Snowdon Massif lies beyond.

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Moel Siabod from Ysgafell Wen in the Moelwyns. Pen Llithrig y Wrach, with its own cairn, can be seen to the left.

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Moel Siabod loses it’s fight with low cloud cover, Pen Llithrig Y Wrach is over it’s left shoulder.

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Moel Siabod with its head in the clouds on the left. Seen from Nant y Geuallt to the northeast.

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Sometimes Mother Nature takes pity when you can’t find the words..... this is probably as close as I’ll ever get to explaining ‘that’s why there’s a burial cairn upon Moel Siabod’, top right.

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Moel Siabod (far left), seen across Llyn Llydaw and Glaslyn from the PYG path, just below the cloud base.

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Moel Siabod stands isolated from other mountains, as seen from Glyder Fach. The Arenigs and Arans (thanks Mr G) ranges can be seen on the right horizon.

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As seen from half way between Castell Y Gwynt and Glyder Fawr

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A cloudy panorama highlighting some of the monuments surrounding the Snowdon Massif... (locations are – of course – approximate)

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Moel Siabod (centre), framed by Glyder Fawr and the shoulder of Crib Goch. The viewpoint is the rocky summit of Llechog on the north ridge of the Snowdon massif.

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Moel Siabod (left skyline) seen across Fynnon Llugwy from the SE end of Penywaun-wen to the north.

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Carnedd Moel Siabod as seen from Pen Llithirig Y Wrach

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by postman

A nice bit of blue to lull us into a false sense of security, anything for a bit of blue sky.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by postman

Looking up in awe at the cairn, arctic conditions, great height and bronze age cairn and ancient mountain lovers = Awe!!!

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These flying monsters don’t mind getting quite close to you.

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Looking over broken cist cover to oncoming walking squad

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Broken capstone lies useless within walkered burial cairn, looking south

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Looking over the side of the cairn at Yr Aran and most of Yr Wyddfa

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The rocky ridge of Daear Ddu rises diagonally across the picture. The summit cairn can be seen in the top right of the picture. The distant sunlit lake is Llyn Trawsfynydd. To the left of that, the Aranau and Cadair Idris lie under cloud.

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A more wintery version of Gladman’s earlier picture. The sun shines briefly on the cairn, seen from the summit trig.

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Looking north. The pointy mountain to the left of the cairn is the wonderfully named Pen Llithrig y Wrach (“Slippery Hill of the Witch”).

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Looking from the centre of the hollowed cairn towards the high central Carneddau, where even more extremely situated cairns are hidden in the cloud today.

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The possible cist-cap leans against the side of the shelter, itself created from the summit cairn. Looking NE.

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First sight of Moel Siabod, across Llyn Mymbyr from Plas y Brenin.

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Reverse view of the previous image, looking across the sharp arete of Crib Goch from Crib-y-Ddysgl. The Nant-y-Llys long cairn is situated a little upper right of centre, the large Pen-y-Gwryd cairn some way to the left [not confident of exact positions, so not highlighted on this one – apologies for that]. Dyffryn Mymbyr is the wide valley heading off top left, bearing several cists. Llyn Llydaw can be seen bottom right, the pipeline leading the eye towards the unseen settlement in Nant Gwynant below.

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Image of Carnedd Moel Siabod (Round Cairn) by GLADMAN

Not only does Moel Siabod possess an (admittedly somewhat trashed) Bronze Age monument of its own upon its summit plateau.... and act as primary focus for burial cairns within Dyffryn Mymbyr and upon Cefn Glas.... it is also a fabulous viewpoint from which to pick out many of the other upland monuments of Central Snowdonia. Here the traveller gazes, transfixed, across Nant Gwynant to Yr Wyddfa (Itself) and the distant peaks of the Eifionydd.

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Carnedd Moel Siabod doing its Lonely Mountain thing. From Lliwedd Bach.

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Carnedd Moel Siabod top left, from Bwlch Glas, between Crib y Ddysgl and Yr Wyddfa.

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Looking east to Carnedd Moel Siabod, left skyline, from the path above Bwlch y Moch. The lake at the centre of the picture is Llyn Llydaw.

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Bronze Age funerary cairns literally as far as the eye can see..... The Carneddau, Wales’ most extreme prehistoric cemetery, looking across Llynnau Mymbyr from Moel Siabod. Apparently ‘Carneddau’ is Welsh for ‘cairns’. Odd, that.

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A great big, sprawling mother mountain if ever I did see one. The viewpoint is Bwlch-y-Gorddinan, the light is natural... the cairn is characteristically not visible. These mountains do not share their secrets easilly.

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The other flank of the mountain, looking towards the approx site of the Cefn Glas cairns and the Lledr Valley. The rather splendid lake is Llyn-y-Foel........

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Articles

Carnedd Moel Siabod

There are, I reckon it’s fair to say, both positive and negative attributes to ‘spontaneous action’. Ah, spontaneity: anathema to some – the methodical thinkers, planners, those with compartmentalised car boots ensuring everything is always in its right place (one assumes Thom Yorke is an advocate?)... yet a prerequisite to others – the instinctive, inquisitive, opportunistic, the reckless, even? As for myself, I guess I fall between camps... as I do for most things nowadays. Implacable opposition to religious and political extremists (particularly farcically ignorant, far left champagne socialist ‘rappers’) naturally proving the rule. Yeah, plan for the worst, but be prepared to improvise at short notice. Seize the opportunity. Speaking of which...

A passing shower, pounding upon what back in the day would’ve been canvas, wakes me with a jolt at Fferm y’ Rynys, my tent, if not exactly in the shadow of the great long barrow of Capel Garmon – unfortunately sunshine is required for such a phenomenon – certainly not too distant. Upon gingerly emerging from my erstwhile cocoon I note a seemingly immutable mass of opaque, grey vapour looming where the elegant profile of Moel Siabod should be to the west. Should be, but as experience informs, all too often isn’t. Nevertheless, as dawn gives way to early morning, these clouds progressively realize a warmer, more optimistic glow suggestive of change... sufficient, in fact, to prompt me to head toward Capel Curig to see what’s what. One of the wettest places in the UK? What could possibly go wrong? However, sure enough, Moel Siabod’s facade is present and very much correct, towering above the cascading Afon Llugwy at Pont Cynfyg. Now there are some that maintain rivers ‘talk’ – divulge their story, if you will – to the susceptible. If so, perhaps the Afon Llugwy should be accorded a PG rating? Whatever, the subconscious duly primed, the penny finally drops upon passing the shiny 4x4s aligned outside Plas-y-Brenin... why not reacquaint myself with the summit cairn? Ah, the moth to the flame....

Spontaneity triumphs in the ensuing deliberations and – before I have the opportunity to reflect and countermand – I set off, skirting the eastern extremity of the Llynnau Mymbyr to ascend into the trees, that familiar, intoxicating blend of nervous excitement/determination/what-the-hell-am-I-doing-you-muppet? to the fore. The path is initially heavy going underfoot: wet rock, slippery following the recent rain, the slitheryness factor exacerbated by fallen leaves... however, as height is gained and the woodland left behind it morphs into a straightforward grassy/muddy plod all the way to the top. Well, almost, that is. More-or-less. That ‘the top’ is a very long time coming – and takes everything I’ve got in my available energy reserves – probably signifies more about it being some thirteen years since my last ascent of this mountain than anything else. But there you are. With grandstand retrospective views to Y Glyderau and Y Carneddau, thankfully unimpeded by the cloud of morning, to animate the all too necessary frequent pauses... a traveller can’t exactly complain, can he? Not that any spirits or other similar manifestations contravening the laws of physics that may – or may not – frequent this apparent behemoth beached humpback whale of a mountain, would give a monkey’s if I did. Eventually, I reach the crest of the summit plateau, whereby the landscape suddenly explodes – hell, like John Hurt’s chest in Alien – into a shattered disarray of mechanically weathered dolerite intrusion. Yeah, the ‘shapely hill’ bears its jagged teeth in no uncertain manner assuring further onward progress is no easy matter.

Finally, there it is. The cairn. Now as upland cairns go... structurally speaking, it is a poor example, having been hollowed-out by successive multitudes of unschooled walkers to provide shelter from the wind. Or rather, to judge by the very significant footprint, a pale evocation of its former self. Unfortunately, all this is to be expected in this day and age. Anyhow, noting that, owing to my early start, none of the aforementioned muppets is as yet on the scene, I take the opportunity for closer inspection. But not before applying every item of kit I have brought with me in an – although not totally successful – at least B+ attempt to keep out the punishingly brutal cold wind. No need to vandalise scheduled prehistoric monuments... if you understand your environment. Funnily enough, it does tend to be windy upon mountain summits. Although it has to be said that the application of thermal underwear over boots is not to be recommended. Not a good look. Although observing what passes for ‘fashion’ these days I’m pretty sure someone would buy it.

Anyway, the solo exploration reveals unexpected detail: a large slab and associated lesser fragments suggestive of a former cist, an assumption given further credence by what look very much like two small orthostats still remaining in situ within the ‘shelter’. How these have survived the millennia upon such a popular mountain is beyond me, it really is. And yes, the circular footprint is indeed much more extensive than I recall. But it is where they put it that counts. Yeah, the archaeology, of course, is but of secondary importance to the sense of place. It is the landscape context that makes this the archetypal spot to set your Bronze Age VIP on the road to eternity. Or David Byrne’s ‘nowhere’, depending upon your point of view.

Although this is my fifth visit over the years, the spellbinding vistas nevertheless continue to blow the mind. The key here is Moel Siabod’s isolated location, standing aloof at the eastern extremity of Y Moelwynion and, to be honest, sharing little of the characteristics of its neighbours. Its elevation, measuring up at a very respectable 2,861ft, is also noteworthy thus ensuring the aesthetic dividends to be enjoyed here are among the finest in all Snowdonia. In my opinion. Today, all the old friends are present and correct: to the north, beyond the eastern heights of Y Glyderau and the obscurely wondrous long cairn at Bwlch Goleuni, are the massed summits of Y Carneddau bristling with upland cairns; to the northwest across Dyffryn Mymbyr and its cists, the chaotic, natural rockpiles of Glyder Fach and Glyder Fawr separated by the unearthly Castell-y-Gwynt... the latter in its element today overlooking the soggy stone circle beside lonely Llyn Cwmffynnon; directing the gaze further west, beyond Llanberis Pass, is the Snowdon Massif, sentinel peak Yr Wyddfa subsumed within its customary cloak of grey; then Nant Gwynant and Y Cnicht... the remainder of Y Moelwynion, some peaks standing in mute, ravaged homage to Wales’ former industrial heritage; eastward toward Betws-y-Coed (reversing my dawn view), the moors of Denbighshire, Y Berwyn. In fact, it is only to the south that the iconic 360-degree panorama is interrupted... by the summit itself. Easily rectified. Ah, there you go. The Migneint and Southern Snowdonia. Tick.

Here the uninitiated punter will be in for a shock, the bulbous form of Moel Siabod’s northern flank – so apparently benign when viewed from the shores of Llynnau Mymbyr – catastrophically transformed in an impressive display of naked rock plunging toward the gaunt, restored keep of Dolwyddelan Castle, set far below within Cwm Lledr. Here, too, is Daear Ddu, a superb natural route of ascent (one of the finest in Snowdonia) from the glacial corrie tarn Llyn-y-Foel, a shining glint of water visible sheltering far beneath the towering north-eastern ridge. It was here (at SH71005520) that, if Coflein is to be believed, a fabulous Bronze Age shield was discovered in 1784. Surely not? But then again, what an appropriate location! I make an extended stop here to delay returning to the increasingly more popular summit, my mind swimming as a rainbow arcs across the void. Was there really a priceless treasure to be found at its base a couple of centuries past? Whatever the truth, there is certainly priceless treasure of a more metaphysical nature to be experienced here today. Steady now. But don’t just take my word for it... similarly impressed, by all accounts, are a couple of ‘scally’ climbers struggling past... we share a brief mutual epiphany. Top lads, eyes aglow with wonder.

With a little over an hour or so before I must begin my descent, I return to the now deserted summit... and find Moel Siabod has one more surprise for me today. With minimal warning – as if a boxer flooring his opponent with a zero backlift uppercut – the cloud base swirling above Cwm Lledr and the excellent Y Ro Wen suddenly envelopes all, sending me into a claustrophobic environment of looming apparitions and spiralling wraiths of moisture. An abstruse world seemingly for my eyes only. The sun, however, refuses to submit... and, upon executing a 180, I find myself face to face with... myself. A Brocken Spectre, a rainbow kaleidoscope of colour illuminating my shadow as if I’ve become the ‘Ready-brek Kid’ styled by JMW Turner himself. That’s making the assumption it wasn’t the former occupant of the nearby cairn going walkabout? Or a ghostly warrior muttering ‘I’m sure I left it hereabouts?’ No, definitely the wind. I think. Wow, what a finale.

Returning to the cairn I make a compass bearing for Plas y Brenin and, after confirming this with one taken earlier (as is my way) and throwing a respectful nod to times – and people – past, I set off back down the mountain. Overjoyed, but a little unnerved, too. Emerging from the gloom I find my bearing is true, but nevertheless I’m quite a way to the west of the path. Rain moves in during the final half-mile and I realise my window of opportunity was indeed but fleeting. Spontaneity, eh? I’m all for it. But best take a compass....

Carnedd Moel Siabod

After showing Alken ( Thesweatcheat) some of the wonders and delights of my hometown and county we sped our way to Snowdonia, which is somewhat more well endowed when it comes to wonders and delights.
Iv’e seen and felt the presence of Moel Siabod more than a few times, from afar and closer to, but today was the day we got up close and personal.
The weather reports had lied through their teeth at us forecasting mostly sunshine, it was cloudy. Not so much that you couldn’t see the mountains, just enough to hide their peaks, and whilst it didn’t rain it did hale at us once and on top of the top it was, it’s fair to say a bit nippy.

We started at the outdoor pursuits center at Plas y Brenin, with it’s rather nonsensical dry ski slope. Crossing a bridge over the edge of the eastern of llynnau Mymbyr, the water comes rushing out of the llyn as if anxious to get out, little knowing Swallow falls or anything.
Then it’s through some old moss covered woods and out on to the north east slopes of Moel Siabod proper. After the dark under the trees the mind craves a view, and the first to offer itself is Pen Llithrig y Wrach, its behind us all the time growing slowly further away but getting bigger all the same.

Then the big mountains come into view, Yr Wyddfa and its near neighbours, the Glyders and the Carneddau, the pointy bits are just higher than the cloud line, but it doesn’t really matter, like a good scary film it’s what you don’t see rather than what you do see that gets you.

Contrary to the majority of cairns round here is Dyffryn Mymbyr, nestling neatly next to a river the Nantgwryd at the bottom of the valley, but from half way up the mountain it more than strains the eyes to find it. The same can be said of the Cefn Glas cairns on the other side of the mountain to the west, an estimate box of two hundred yards is needed, its there somewhere, finger points downwards vaguely.
The Nant y Llys longcairn is similarly lost in distance and bad light to the west. So it would seem that the mountain should be seen from the cairns but the cairns melting into the background need not be seen from the mountain, mountain rules all.

Fifty meters north of the cobbled frozen trig point, is our destiny for the day, Moel Siabod’s bronze age cairn. It’s been reshaped by walkers unknown, surprised maybe by a cold wind ? But rather fortuitously and sadly there is a big flat stone inside the cairn resting, nay slumped uselessly against the cairn material, it’s presumed to be the large cist cover that lay above our ancient mountain lover, it’s broken, but only two small pieces have come off and it’s still able to bring me out of myself, to, for an instant lose myself in the moment. But it is pretty damn cold and my fingers are hurting, bringing me back to reality, wonderful Snowdonian reality, the icy wilderness above it all.

Seeing it all spread out before you , these mountains can become infectious, from the top, we could i’m sure feel the connections being formed in our minds, the list getting longer, as we looked around it was i’m going up that one, that one then that one.

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Carnedd Moel Siabod
Round Cairn
Bronze Age Shield Find Spot – Siabod or Hebog?

Although cited by The British Museum as “.. Found 1784 in a bog near Meol Hebog while cutting peat”, other sources [e.g Grahame Clarke’s 1940-published ‘Prehistoric England (sic!) and Coflein] state that this magnificent shield was found upon Moel Siabod. Coflein quotes the findspot at SH71005520... putting it at the head of the excellent ridge Daear Ddu, overlooking the natural lake Llyn y Foel. If this is indeed correct (?) can there be a more appropriate location? It is tempting to think it belonged to whoever was laid to rest (in whatever form) within the nearby cairn.

[edit – note that The British Museum, to judge by the updated link, now appears certain the shield was found in the vicinity of Moel Hebog... which does make more sense, to be honest. So Siabod or Hebog? There’s only one way to find out: FIGHT!!]

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