We stopped for a lengthy chat with a chap who was wild camping in the forest. Happy days!
By the time we reached a 301 metre spot height, we'd left the forest, said hello to a couple of other walkers and a polite motorcyclist, and were able to admire the view ahead to snow plastered Glyderau and Carneddau (above) and to the nearby summit of Moel Siabod (below).
A little further on we paused for elevenses. Very pleasant as long as you were well wrapped up.
At the bottom of the hill, in woodland on the outskirts of Capel Curig, we came across a house we recognised. We have stayed there. It belongs to a climbing club, and we visited as guests a few years ago. I remember walking up Moel Siabod from it. Was it the weekend of Richard and Melinda's wedding? I know they were members of the club.