Dyddiad/Outdoor meet date… 06/02/11 Carn Fadryn

Trefnydd/Meet convener … Arwyn Jones Nifer/Number on meet …10

Enwau/Names … Howard Peace, Arfon Jones, John Williams, Harold Morris, Gerallt Pennant, David Metcalf, Haf Meredydd, Paul Smythe, Cathy Woodhead, Arwyn Jones

Tywydd/Weather …

Tipyn yn ddrafftiog ar y copaon – 78mya wedi ei gofnodi’n Aberdaron.

Rather draughty on the hills – 78mph recorded in Aberdaron.

Manylion y daith/Meet details

Gadael un car yn Mynytho cyn gwasgu i mewn i’r ddau gar arall ac ymlaen am Garn Fadryn. Niwl trwchus a glaw mân yn ein disgwyl gyda’r gwynt yn cynyddu gyda pob cam i fyny’r Garn Fawr. Cryn trafferth cadw’n traed ar y brig ond o leiaf dechreuodd y niwl glirio ar y ffordd ar draws am Garn Bach. I lawr ochr Garn Bach i gyfeiriad ffarm Caerau-Uchaf a wedyn pwt o lôn bost cyn croesi sawl cae i gyrraedd eglwys Llanfihangel Bachellaeth. Cinio yng nghysgod yr eglwys cyn cwffioi’n ffordd i fyny ochr Garn Saethon lle roedd y gwynt nerthol yn hyrddio unwaith eto. Dilyn y wal i gopa Carneddol wedyn disgyn i lawr i’r ffordd ac ymlaen am y ‘copa’ diwethaf – Foel Fawr (neu Pot Jam) gyda’i hen felin wynt. Cyn cyrraedd y felin, gwasgu trwy’r giat mochyn gulaf rwyf erioed wedi dod ar ei thraws.

Sawl ‘copa’ a llwybr newydd i sawl un yn ystod y daith.

The forecast brought Plan B into operation – a linear rather a circular walk. One car was left in Mynytho and the 10 who ventured packed into the other two cars bound for Garn Fadryn. Thick mist and a steady drizzle were but distractions as we battled up Garn Fawr against the wind. Gale force gusts made for an interesting little battle to reach the trig point. Thankfully the mist began to clear as we made our way across to Garn Fach and down towards Caerau-Uchaf farm. A short stretch of tarmac then across a couple of fields to arrive at Llanfihangel Bachellaeth church in time for lunch. The wind made for slow progress up Garn Saethon but following the wall across to the next ‘peak’, Carneddol was comparatively pleasant. We then dropped down to the road and on to our last objective – Foel Fawr with its old wind mill. Before we reached the mill we had to squeeze through the narrowest kissing gate I have ever encountered.

In spite of the tiring wind most of us claimed some new ‘peaks’ and encountered several new paths.