Gale Force Wildcamp
Day 3 - More Hill Fog
Once the sunset was over I began to packed to head home. I'd had enough, I just couldn't take
any more of that wind. Rain was promised for Friday night and Saturday, which on its own wouldn't have bothered me,
but rain and gales? Forget it! I didn't have the patience. It was just too noisy, I couldn't relax.
Red Pool and More Hill Fog
Soon the drabness returned, with the hillside again shrouded in fog. The only vibrant colour was
that of the red grass. I'd had enough of the wind by that time, so I left that dreadful place! ;-)
Pen y Fan as the Sky Starts to Clear
As I descended the slopes from the lake, I was greeted with clearing skies above Pen y Fan, and
very nice clouds too. Things were starting to look up.
Looking Like a Nice Day
Nearly back at the car and there looked to be a very pleasant day in prospect, although this
photo is deceptive because the wind was still howling. For a few moments I was even touched by a few rays of
sunshine and some unexpected warmth.
It only took 55 minutes on the return leg. The sun started to poke out as I got back to the car,
as if to taunt me, but I only had to turn around to see that Fan Brycheiniog was still shrouded in fog and probably
still just as miserable as it was before I left.
Fan Brycheiniog Still Shrouded in Cloud
This photo confirms that my decision to leave was the right one. Although Pen y Fan and the
other summits are clear of clouds, Fan Brycheiniog for some reason is still covered in thick hill fog, i.e. low
cloud. Why was this mountain attracting so much cloud when the others weren't?
So, one of my worst camping trips ever. But saved at the last moment by a decent sunrise.
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