Moel Famau Christmas Eve circular walk 2018

I am back in London after spending Christmas with family in beautiful North Wales. On Christmas Eve, Gill and I went for a fantastic 8.3 mile circular walk to the Jubilee Tower at the top of Moel Famau, starting and finishing in Llanbedr village.

The weather was wonderful (as always in Wales), mild with clear blue skies, sunshine and light winds. The first part of the walk is a tough uphill slog, mostly on a well used path but the views were marvellous. There was a wide range of families, couples and groups of friends walking up Moel Famau, along the Offa's Dyke path, which we had joined half way up.  There was a lot of friendly banter amongst people going up and down.  I loved the scouse father who encouraged his children by promising that there was "free presents" for all at the top!

Nearly everyone walked up and down the same route. We carried on along Offa's Dyke, then dropped down back to Llanbedr and never saw a soul on the (muddy) way back.

I will post this walk on the Ordnance Survey grid once I work out how to do this (I bought a year's subscription but it doesn't seem to work). If you compare the GPS chart bottom right with a map you can work out where to go in the meanwhile. 

A tale of sorrow while walking up Moel Famau - the "Hill of Mothers"

Two weeks ago, I went on a holiday walk from the North Wales market town of Ruthin to the top of the nearby Clwydian hill range, Moel Famau, and then back down to Ruthin. At the summit is the remains of a monument to the 50th Jubilee of King George the Third, which was destroyed by lightening shortly after it was built.

This is a beautiful walk in good weather and while demanding is not that difficult.  I did not have a map which was stupid but I had spent a good part of my youth walking up and down the range and was fairly confident that I could find my way.

On the way up I came across by chance the ruined medieval Church of Llanbedr Dyffryn Clwyd or “the church St Peter in the Vale of Clwyd”. It is an amazing place away from the main village and the new 19th Century church of St Peter. The first mention of it in historical records was 1254.

This is a romantic ruin with a wooden bench sited in front overlooking the lovely Clwyd vale with the wonderful inscription on it "To the last of the summer wine" but in the abandoned graveyard, there is also a stone (see bottom right of collage) with the inscription "In memory of Seven Children of H & G Evans, Cae Nant" and then the initials of each child. There is no date nor further information but the old church has not been used for burials since 1905.

How unspeakably horrible to lose 7 children.  Its a reminder how people often romanticise the past and forget what a struggle it was to live and bring up a family during those times.

Despite this melancholy sight I would still recommend you walk up the abandoned footpath to this ancient church and then onto the glorious and windswept views at the top of the "Hill of Mothers", Moel Famau.  Then walk down amongst heather, ferns and sheep along the bottom ridge paths back to Llanbedr then Ruthin.

Cilcain and Moel Famau Walk Easter 2013

I had a busy Easter weekend visiting family in North Wales. It is lovely to see family (of course) but the highlight was this circular walk to the top of Moel Famau (see photo left).

The car park at Loggerheads Country Park was full so we started the walk at the village of Cilcain. The recent cold weather and heavy snow falls has caught out local farmers and I was startled to come across a field with at least 7 dead  sheep and new born lambs scattered amongst the landscape.

After a long slog we reached the summit of Moel Famau, the highest point of the Clwydian Hills, where the wind was as usual absolutely vicious. The views North, South, East and West were  fantastic. Downhill to Loggerheads was very steep and slippery but I managed to remain upright much to my surprise. The walk along the River Alan and the limescale cliffs from Loggerheads to Cilcain was spectacular.

I was born and brought up in Buckley, which is only a few miles away, and had spent many happy days when I was younger sledging in these hills when it snowed as well as hill walking with the cadets.

At the end of the walk we stopped off at the White Horse Pub in Cilcain and had a beer and said hello to Peter, the father of my fellow North Walian turned East Ender and blogger Ted