Soon it spills onto the unimproved moor and drops down to a ford of Nant by Foel/b, a churning stream from which I drank cold brown peat-water and filled my bottle for the night. The track curves away up the hill across stark patches of b.../b
In a moment of navigation madness during a discussion on the best route option to the next peak, Foel Ddu, we fixed it in our heads that it was directly in front of us. It wasn?t, that was in fact Cnicht, our final peak. ...
