Just before leaving Wales for pastures new, I headed out with Bertie for a walk in my local hills, the Berwyn. We started from Llandrillo and headed east on the old by-way to the ancient cairn circle on Moel Ty-uchaf. The bridleway south from there too us over boggy ground around Moel Pearce, then we left the track and took to the north-west ridge of Cadair Bronwen.
Our original plan had been to just follow the main ridge to Cadair Berwyn, then down to the north, but the weather was good, and Bertie seemed keen, so we headed across the upper slopes of Cwm-llawenog to the ancient standing stone on the col between Cadair Berwyn and the little top of Tomle. An easy walk alongside the fence led over to the undistinguished top of Tomle, where Bertie had a lie down for a rest.
Back to the standing stone on the col, then a steep climb up onto the main ridge of Cadair Berwyn. From the top of the ridge a gentle walk over grassy and wet ground leads to the summit trig pillar.
I sat and enjoyed the view from the summit of Cadair Berwyn, while Bertie showed off the length of his tongue, and looked very pleased with himself. He’s equally good at both of those things.
The permissive path that takes you across the wild moorlands of Foel Fawr west of the summit proved to be easy to follow, but was a bog-fest in places. It leads down to a scattering of ancient cairns around Cwm Tywyll from where it heads north for the foot of the Clochnant.