I say “mountain” in the loosest sense, its only 244 metres high. Bosley Clouds higher, but we don’t call that ’Congleton Mountain’ do we? Still, each to their own, the Welsh will be Welsh…
So why was I here? Well, having been camping on Anglesey the night before with my little sister and chums and having got extensively pissed, the cobwebs needed blowing off. And blowing it was, a gale in fact. So much so, that it was pointless hanging around the campsite in the cold wind, not unless one values ones testicles, which despite under-use and age, one does.
So up and away, with the bright idea of going to visit the Northern Carnedds, Wales’s most northerly 3,000 footers, with Aber Falls as the intended starting point… Anyway, long story short, I missed the turn off for Aber Falls, plus I needed a shit, so found a café in Penmaenmawr with suitable facilities. Whacky café it was too, American diner meets antique dealers for anyone who knows it.
After a leisurely poo, I relaxed to study the map and drink coffee in 'Lovejoys Diner' (as it perhaps should have been called). There seemed to be a load of interesting contours just up the road, a road called “The Sychnant Pass”. I had a severe sense of deja-vu on driving up, there was a pub, the 'Fairy Glenn', it looked damned familiar from childhood…
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| Fairy Glenn Inn |
On checking with dad afterwards, it was indeed one of the many places we used to go with gran (gran lived just down the road in Rhos-on-Sea). Nostalgia, don’t ya love it.?
Anyway, having parked up next to the ice cream van (the ice cream man was on the phone and reading The Sun), I set off for a romp around the interesting looking hillocks. The bumps in question, despite their prominence over the A55, Conwy and the Irish Sea, don’t feature in any hill lists (dammit), were named….
Alltwen
Penmaen-bach
Conwy Mountain (there is actually a Welsh name, but lets not facts get in the way eh?)
