Thursday, 11 February 2021

Great Mountains: MacGillycuddy’s Reeks

When I first started researching the mountains of Ireland I soon came across a range that goes by the bizarre name of MacGillycuddy’s Reeks, which is a name that is just too fabulous to ignore. I was instantly smitten just by the name and organised a holiday to Ireland in 2005 to visit this range of hills in County Kerry that includes most of the highest peaks in Ireland. I had bought the Cicerone guidebook, “The Mountains of Ireland” by Paddy Dillon, which directed me to the car park beside Kate Kearney’s Cottage on my first full day in Country Kerry. A good path zigzags up the hillside before depositing me onto the broad, boggy ridge north of the easternmost peak on the MacGillycuddy’s Reeks ridge, Cnoc an Bhráca. Another peak, Cnoc na dTarbh also known as the Bull, sits behind and I obediently followed Paddy Dillon’s direction to contour the side of Cnoc an Bhráca to bag Cnoc na dTarbh, but this is a waste of time as the real attention is on the ridge that leads over MacGillycuddy’s Reeks. When I was there in 2005 I had clear views all around including across the flat land at the head of Dingle Bay towards the hills of the Dingle Peninsula, but it was west along the serrated ridge where my eyes were fixed.

Great mountains walks are ridge walks and a great one starts from Cnoc an Bhráca dipping briefly before climbing stony ground to the top of Cruach Mhór, which is distinctive due to a small grotto built at the summit that houses a small statue of the Virgin and Child. This is the first peak on the ridge above three thousand feet and beyond this point the ridge is particularly rough with some challenging scrambling required before the top of The Big Gun is reached. In 2005 the sunshine that I had enjoyed up to this point was obliterated as thick cloud enveloped the ridge robbing me of any views for the rest of the walk. A narrow arête continues the ridge to the highest point in the Eastern Reeks, Cnoc na Péiste, anglicised as Knocknapeasta. This is the fourth highest mountain in Ireland and the other three are not far away. When I was there in 2005 I was walking in clouds down a grassy ridge that had now widened providing me with a welcome rest after the rocky challenge and delights along the narrow ridge over The Big Gun. The ridge passes over Maolán Buí with little variation in height before reaching Cnoc an Chuillinn where a steep descent leads to the grassy mound of Cnoc na Toinne.

Another descent brings you to the lowest point on the MacGillycuddy’s Reeks ridge where most people, me included, would decide that they have had enough for the day, but the way down from there is known as the Devil’s Ladder and is a horrible gully full of loose stones and dirt. The difficulty is so legendary it is probably not as bad as feared and there are far worse places, but it is discouraged and the alternative is a zigzag path that climbs the northern slopes of Cnoc na Toinne, but since most people will have their eyes on Carrauntoohil the necessary re-ascent puts most people off this route. The western section of MacGillycuddy’s Reeks is best done from the west as I did in 2005 following Paddy Dillon’s directions starting from the road at the foot of a concrete track that climbs to Lough Eighter. This is the start of the Coumloughra Horseshoe, which is one of the greatest mountain walks in either Britain or Ireland. Taken in a clockwise direction the first peak is Cnoc Íochtair and points towards the ridge over Skregmore. In 2005, I emerged from the mist at this point into bright sunshine and the sight of a thermal inversion where clouds filled the valleys and hills appeared above the clouds like islands.


Religiously following Paddy Dillon’s directions I made my way towards the side peak of Knockbrinnea whose only virtue is excellent views of the Eastern Reeks, but the earlier valley fog had now lifted to obscure my view of the peaks. Returning to the proper mountains the horseshoe continues to the top of Beenkeragh, the second highest point in Ireland, and a proper mountain in every sense of the word. From the small rocky top a deliciously narrow ridge leads across the gap to the steep slopes of Carrauntoohil eventually reaching the large metal cross that sits upon the highest point in Ireland. The clouds that had plagued me earlier in my walk in 2005 had now gone and I was afforded with tremendous views particularly across the Eastern Reeks that I had walked over a couple of days before now clearly showing the peaks that had been thick with cloud when I had passed over them. Eventually I left the top of Carrauntoohil to walk along the narrow ridge that leads to Caher, the second highest peak in Ireland, but not before sitting on the grass at the bottom of the saddle with my legs stretched out towards the edge of the cliffs above Coumloughra with the small lakes in the valley below pointing towards the mountains of the Dingle Peninsula in the distance.

The final peak on the chain of MacGillycuddy’s Reeks is Caher, the third highest mountain in Ireland, and has a fine ridge with several tops, the eastern being the highest. When I was there in 2005 mist came down at this point obscuring my view, but I was still able to appreciate the walk over this great mountain. After passing over the western top long slopes took me all the way down to Lough Eighter, but before leaving I was treated to the fabulous view of the Coumloughra Horseshoe as the skies cleared again revealing the gorgeous view of the narrow ridge that circles this short valley. MacGillycuddy’s Reeks is an awesome range of mountains of sustained delight from Cruach Mhor at the start of the Eastern Reeks to the horseshoe ridge walk that includes the three highest mountains in Ireland. I have only been to this fabulous range of mountain once, but when I return to Ireland it surely must be a target.


Thursday, 4 February 2021

The Lost Walks of 2004, part three

The Nantlle Ridge

Sunday 29th August 2004

I am continuing to look at my walks that have disappeared into the mists of time having taken place before I started this blog and before I got a camera so my only record is my faulty memory. The weather on this walk was terrible as I parked in the village of Rhyd-Ddu and crossed the River Gwyrfai before climbing the steep grassy slopes of Y Garn on a path that I remember being sketchy, but is probably much clearer now. It was raining as I made the climb and I was soon enveloped in clouds so by the time I reached the top I had no view. Somewhere around there I must have bumped into someone else who was also walking the Nantlle ridge as I remember setting off along the ridge with him. On the narrowest part of the ridge, around Mynydd Drws-y-coed, it was very windy and my woolly hat was whipped off my head by the wind and disappeared down the steep eastern slopes followed by a desperate search from me. My fellow walker immediately said I wouldn’t see the hat again and he was proved right as I reluctantly gave up looking for it and grumpily joined him back on the narrow ridge. Fortunately after this point the weather started to improve so that by the time we reached the tall obelisk on Mynydd Tal-y-mignedd the sun was out and it was becoming a very nice day.

Continuing along the fabulous ridge we dropped down to Bwlch Dros-bern where we tackled the crags of Craig Pennant head on. At the cairn on Craig Cwm Silyn my fellow walker decided he’d walked far enough and turned back while I wanted to keep going to the next peak on the ridge even though the ridge was now broadening tediously. With little variation in height I reached the cairn and trig point on Garnedd Goch where I had extensive views out to sea into the vast Cardigan Bay. Now my problem was how to get back to Rhyd-Ddu with no obvious route except for simply turning around and retracing my steps all the way back. Instead, I descended the pathless eastern slopes eventually reaching the end of the road in Cwm Pennant. I think I had some challenges trying to get down, but I don’t remember any of the details so I was left to take the bridleway through Bwlch-y-Ddwy-elor into Beddgelert Forest finally returning to my car after a walk that I must have felt needed to be done again as I was back in 2005. However, I again had bad weather and this time it didn’t improve so I was back in 2009 and had bad weather again. I have never had much luck with the Nantlle ridge.

Cnicht and the Moelwyns

Monday 30th August 2004

For my final walk over the August Bank Holiday weekend in 2004 I moved south to the tiny village of Croesor that lies at the foot of one of the most distinctive mountains in Wales, Cnicht. As I climbed out of the village and turned towards the mountain, Cnicht looked increasingly dramatic with a sharp peak that stands out against the horizon. This was a very satisfying climb as I slowly approached the summit on steepening terrain until finally I reached the top only to find that behind the summit was not an equally steep descent, but a flat ridge. This may spoil the view from the east but the spectacular view from the west remains and when ascended from this direction proves to be very satisfying climb although it is disappointing that beyond the summit the terrain broadens and deteriorates significantly. At the time I had a meaningless desire to reach the top of all the mountains in Wales so I felt compelled to cross the undulating landscape and climb to the top of shallow rise of Ysgafell Wen before nipping up Moel Druman and then I crossed over to Allt-fawr. Having done that worthless task I passed by Llyn Conglog and dropped down into Bwlch Cwmorthin to the abandoned mine buildings that litter this area.

Climbing past the disused quarries I assume I diverted to the top of Moel-yr-hydd and may have also bagged Foel Ddu, although since that doesn’t reach two thousand feet I may not have bothered. I certainly reached the top of Moelwyn Mawr as this is the highest point in the immediate area and from there crossed the gloriously craggy ground that lies between Moelwyn Mawr and Moelwyn Bach. I returned to this area in 2019 to do a version of this walk visiting the same mountains but from the other side starting with the Moelwyns. They are fabulous mountains with plenty of rock adorning their eastern slopes and the traverse of the two is an excellent exercise in route selection, however I have no memory of my walk between them in 2004. I vaguely remember being at the trig point on Moelwyn Mawr and I have a clear memory of the descent down the gentle grassy slopes of Moelwyn Bach, but nothing else. It is annoying that I have a better memory of walking along the road back into Croesor than I have of the tremendous rocky traverse between the Moelwyns. That is why I have described these as the lost walks as they have almost become lost in my memory following many other fabulous mountain walks in later years.