Carn Fadryn

Although we rarely ventured far from the campsite and the beach, we did find time one afternoon to walk up Carn Fadryn, the highest hill on the peninsula at 371m. The boys fell asleep in the car as we drove to the start of the walk so our eldest went with our friends and we set off quite a long while after.

We were joined for our ascent by a cat from the village which accompanied us almost all the way to the top. The boys were delighted. I worried after a while that the cat would be lost, but when we returned to the village it was there to greet us affectionately and then to delay our departure by hiding under our cars.


The first part of the climb is steep, but as you climb above the bracken and the vegetation becomes bell-heather and ling with occasional low spiky gorse bushes the path begins to contour at a comfortable gradient.

In amongst the the heathers were these white-flowering plants:

A thought that the leaves looked ‘like sage or mint or some sort of herb’ which turned out to pretty astute since it is Wood Sage.

Since the peninsula is generally flat the views as we climbed were excellent both of the peninsula itself and over to the mountains of Snowdonia.

The others had apparently enjoyed great views from the top too, but we arrived into a cold wind and cloud cover. As we entered the cloud B asked ‘are we floating?’. I asked ‘ what do you think – do feel like you are floating?’. ‘Yes!’, he said. The kids weren’t daunted by the mist and in fact were pleased to be ‘high as the sky’.

The summit has extensive low remains of a castle which was apparently built in about the twelfth century, although there was also an Iron Age hill fort here.


The top:

Only today my daughter was telling some of her young friends about standing on the yellow pillar and being ‘on top of the world’.

In the grass near the summit my friend G found this sickly creature:

It’s a Giant Wood Wasp and I’ve never seen one before so it’s a shame that I didn’t get him in focus. Also near the summit there was a patch of English Stonecrop, seen here with the tiny leaves and flowers of wild thyme which seems to grow everywhere on the peninsula:

Another slightly out of focus shot:

Which I include because B found lots of these beetles on the way back down to the car and delighted in catching them and showing them to all and sundry. Not everyone shared his enthusiasm, but we were all almost as pleased about the ripe and juicy bilberries growing around the highest part of the hill.

Carn Fadryn

2 thoughts on “Carn Fadryn

  1. Kev says:

    Hi Mark

    This is Wales were are all of the pictures of the rain!

    We had many summer holidays as children crab fishing in Canarvon harbour and enjoying the delights of the tropical climate.

    Sorry I forgot it is just us that have that kind of weather.

    Natasha thought S was B on the other pictures as he has grown so much.

    Best wishes
    Kev & Natasha

  2. beatingthebounds says:

    Hi Kev and Natasha,
    It doesn’t make sense does it? Especially this ‘summer’. After our last summer visit to this campsite A told my Mum that ‘the sun always shines in Wales Grandma’.

    Our luck can only last so long – I’m afraid that she will eventually be very disappointed!

    I think that my first holiday In Wales was a week on Anglesea in 1971 – when I was about A’s age. I don’t remember much about it except the indignity of being bathed in the kitchen sink and been dragged around bawling in pouring rain. Does that sound more familiar?


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