
Cefn Coch, rising across Cwm Berllan (according to the map) possesses an ancient cairn... but well, it would, wouldn’t it? Don’t believe I’ve ever captured falling rain before. A dubious achievement, perhaps.
Cefn Coch, rising across Cwm Berllan (according to the map) possesses an ancient cairn... but well, it would, wouldn’t it? Don’t believe I’ve ever captured falling rain before. A dubious achievement, perhaps.
Toward Pumlumon.... Foel Fadian is foreground, with barrow upon its shoulder.
Eastern section of southern flank, looking toward Pumlumon
Northern flank looking NE (ish) toward the distant Arans
What I took to be additional defences to the east.
Southern flank looking NE – I think
Southern flank looking approx SW toward Pumlumon. As is often the case the UK’s – in my opinion – finest Bronze Age upland cemetery was loathe to let its veil of cloud dissipate. Foel Fadian is top left.
The hill fort doesn’t have the most awe inspiring artificial defences... however if the gob-smacking power of the perfect vista could be harnessed and then transmitted via some kind of cosmic ray... the enclosure upon Fron Goch would surely be impregnable. Cadair Idris and the Tarrens reside upon the skyline.
Dick the Fiddler’s Money
The adventures of rakish Richard (a ‘fiddler’ in more ways than one, not to mention waste of space husband to his long suffering wife) featuring his dodgy bewitched seashell currency obtained whilst returning home from Darowen. The hamlet displayed some pseudo-political ‘comment’ of very dubious far left intellect in its windows at the time of my visit. Hence I did not attempt to engage any local, instead making straight for the excellent Fron Goch Camp rising above. Superb viewpoint, it has to be said.