A truly holy place, I climbed it twice while on holiday in Wales, once in the daytime and once at night. The steady climb gets steep at the top, ending in a scramble to the summit. Just before the very top there’s an amazing circle of grass providing shelter from the prevailing wind... this must be where St Brynach slept. It’s a fantastic view, over there at the bottom of the mount is Newport, the river, the mudflats and the sea. Up the river there’s the Gwaun valley and right over there are the twin mounts (can’t remember what they’re called now) just near White Sands (nr. St Davids).
It’s very strange, almost eerie if it wasn’t so calming, a little like being in a beautiful cathedral. All is calm, which was the case also when I climbed it at night. The mists rose and nothing was visible, just a shining sea of moonlit cloud hanging in the valley below.
The holiest mountain I’ve climbed so far...