Time to get some peak practice |
Julie Welch experiences a white Christmas on a hikein the mountains of Snowdonia |
| Wind-Blown
ravenous. Stuck in snow
on top of a mountain. If I have learnt nothing else this year, now I know
what it feels like to be a Welsh sheep.
Perhaps I had better explain. High Trek Snowdonia is run by Ian and Mandy Whitehead, an enterprising couple of escapees from the big city who took a three-month camping and walking sabbatical from their jobs in the Eighties and never made it back. now they live in a white-painted farmhouse called Tal y Waen where paying guests are offered the chance to don their rucksacks, tie on their crampons and go striding around some of the most beautiful scenery this land has to offer. 
At this time of year you can reasonably expect a winter wonderland, though the extent of it depends on that capricious substance called snow. The week before it had been heavy enough for the sheep to be moved off the mountains and the farmer had come along to the hill behind Tal y Waen to dig 12 of them out of the drifts. By the time we arrived, Snowdonia was shrouded in a benign, sunny fog and if it was snow we wanted we were going to have to work hard for it. That meant a five-hour trek up a 3,000ft mountain called Glyder Fawr, which sounded positively lyrical until you found out the English translation was Big Lump. The checklist that Ian rattled off before we set out reminds you that winter wonderland has its lethal shadow. Untrained, ill-equipped people die on Snowdonia each year. First into our rucksacks went the survival bag, a human-sized bin-liner which is what you get into when all else fails and you are stuck on the mountain. High Trek also provide you with all those other things you hope you aren’t going to need, like a whistle to blow for help, an ice axe to break your fall in case you start sliding down a snow banister and a compass and map for when you have absolutely no idea where you are. You just need to bring along basics like warm clothing, for which they will give you a list of suggestions including the reminder always to pack one more layer than you think you are going to need. The snow might come and go, but it is always very cold up there. We circled the skirts of Big Lump at an undemanding lope, hopped on stepping stones across a stream and after a gentle climb reached Cwm Idwal nature reserve, where the breeze made zig-zags in the water of a grey lake. Mysterious little patches of land had been fenced off. Ian explained that they were part of an experiment to find out what would grow if the sheep were unable to eat it. Further up, fog was blowing over the hills like drying sheets. If you turned and looked down you could see a valley carved out by a glacier and glimmering in the most extraordinary light. By this time, the undemanding lope had become a near-vertical yomp. The path we had been treading, which had been so carefully laid out of smooth stones, had turned into an assault course of boulders, spongy lichen, little waterfalls of melting snow and rocks like sharks’ teeth. Ice axes doubling as walking sticks, we plodded on learning how extremely hard it is to climb uphill for hours on end and also how incredibly hungry and thirsty you get. I was practically seeing mirages of hot dog stalls. |
I was also very grateful to Field and Trek
for providing me with proper winter-walking boots. These were a pair of
Scarpa Ladies so comfortable it felt like walking on marshmallows, despite
the fact that I had committed the first no-no of hill-walking
by allowing myself 24 hours to break them in rather than the five weeks advised by the experts. Near the top of Big Lump, we sat down for Big Lunch. A day of winter walking uses up something like 5,000 calories, most of which seemed to be contained in Mandy’s power picnic: slabs of fresh cheese in locally made bread, bars of this, bags of that, slices of Christmas cake the size of small cars. Ian said that mountain picnics used to be rather unsocia- A fog was blowing over the hills like drying sheets. If you looked down you could see a valley glimmering in the most extraordinary light -ble affairs with everyone cowering’ under individual rocks in a’ gale. Now they have been transformed by
the Group Shelter, an item which is the size of a beer mat until you unleash
it in a gale, then get everyone to duck under it and use their bottoms
as tent pegs.
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From the Daily Telegraph December 22
1996
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