The weather forecast didn’t sound bad: not too much wind, not too cold and some sunny spells. Combine this with a nice walk to the summit of the highest mountain of the Llŷn Peninsula, Yr Eifl, some stunning views over to Anglesey, across the Irish Sea, Cardigan Bay and Snowdonia and you have a perfect day out. Instead I got this.
It didn’t start too bad though. The clouds had started to clear on my drive to the peninsula so my hopes were high that it would all go away during the course of the day. Well, it didn’t. But, call me stubborn if you want, I was there now so I might as well go up.
I started with a visit to Tre’r Ceiri and one of the best preserved and most stunning Iron Age hill forts in Britain. I have been to quite a few so far and usually they are best visible from further away and when you finally climb up there, it’s just an earthen ramp or ring and nothing much else. Well, this one is different.
The settlement is surrounded by stone walls which are largely intact and reach up to 4 metres in some places and you enter through passages in the ramparts. Inside there are the remains of 150 round stone huts. You can clearly see the stone walls that make up the round shapes. They would have had turf roofs back then.
Next stop was the summit of Yr Eifl, Garn Ganol. Yr Eifl basically consists of three peaks and this one is the highest with 561 metres which makes it the highest point on the Llŷn. It was a bit eerie as I couldn’t see far and heard this whistling noise that got louder the higher I got. Turned out to be sculpture on top of the cairn.
I had originally planned to do a circular walk but by now it was getting late and the visibility got worse so I decided to retrace my steps and head down to Nant Gwyrtheyrn for a nice cuppa (I’m slowly becoming British), a love story and some sea views.
Nant Gwrtheyrn (Vortigern’s Creek) is named after the valley where it is located and lies isolated by the sea at the foot of Yr Eifl. It was formerly known as Porth y Nant, a quarrying village that was abandoned after the cessation of quarrying. It now houses a Welsh Language and Heritage Centre.
After I had a look around some of the abandoned quarry buildings and structures it was time to head back up (it is quite a climb) to the car park.
And while I was driving back I was compensated with a beautiful sunset for all the wind and cloud earlier on. The sky was on fire.