The usual BCC suspects were milling about in the car park when we arrived at JJ's and before long we were off, together with Nige and Dave Clift, down the A5 to the get-on for the Conwy. A good blast, at good level and within the hour we were carrying boats up the muddiest of muddy tracks to the car. As we were stowing them on the Astra, we were offered home made flapjack by Sophie, as we later discovered, whose dad runs a watersport centre near Landeck. Contact details were exchanged, and of whom more in later posts...
Dave rippin' up the Llugwy campsite wave
A quick trip round the gear shops landed me the bargain of the weekend award (replaced my recently lost Asolos with a pair of returns in Rock Bottom for £40!) before hauling it back to the Goat at Corwen for beer, beer, Christmas dinner and more beer while we listened to the rain falling non-stop into the wee small hours. Sunday could be a day of promise...
Dave decided that our read and run, scouting from the cockpit approach was not as relaxing as it might be and so Sunday's dastardly trio was Nige, Andrew and me. Thinking on our feet we determined that the Afon Ogwen would definitely be "on" and that a short detour would let us see what the Nant Gwyryd looked like as well. As it turned out, the wind and sleet was the real issue, not the water level or the paddling! A gentle start then full-on grade 4, tight and technical speedier than a fast thing on Nitrox blast led to the carry around Llys Falls (would go, but needs more water than we had) and then gradually easing off to the bridge above Garth Farm Falls. We were whipped by hail laden arctic winds while inspecting the drop until I uttered the immortal "Sod this, I'm off" and headed carwards with my boat on my shoulder. Decision made and we were off through the Nant Francon to the Ogwen.
Andrew powering through one of the many holes in the Ogwen Gorge
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