MAY 2026 · ADVENTURE
Cadair Idris hike and camp
Southern Eryri, Wales
The legend says if you sleep on Cadair Idris, you wake either a poet or a madman. The third option — that you don't wake at all — is usually mentioned in the same breath, slightly less prominently.
I camped at the foot of it in late April. Woke fine. The jury's still out on the poet part.

The approach from the south starts in valley woodland that feels almost subtropical in spring — oak and birch coming into leaf, stone steps worn smooth going up through fern and moss, a small waterfall through the trees, a whitewashed farmhouse at the turn. You gain height slowly and then all at once. The trees thin, the path opens onto a long bowl of tawny grass and scree, a dry-stone wall tracing a curve up toward the crags, and then you're above everything.
The crags were better when you stopped looking for a frame.
Cadair Idris — May 2026

Llyn y Gadair sits in the cwm just below the summit, under sheer north-facing cliffs that drop straight into the water. Still afternoon, no wind. The reflection was total — crags, cloud, sky, all of it flipped and exact. Two other tents were already pitched at the shoreline. I found a flat patch a little further along and put mine up.
The water looked black until you got close to the edge. Then it was dark green.
I shot the lake for an hour. The crags were better when you stopped looking for a frame.


Penygadair at 893m the next morning. The path runs along the north ridge with a long drop on the left and ridge after ridge dissolving into haze to the south. At the summit there's a stone shelter — flagstone floor, a timber beam still lying across one corner, a small square window opening onto grey sky. Someone built this and meant it to last.
You can see why someone would.

Down through the boulder field, lichen on everything, the path winding back into the valley. Spring birch clinging to the escarpment above the treeline, half bare still, pale against dark rock.
Two days, 49 frames kept, one morning I'll be thinking about for a while.


Walker in red jacket on a gravel path climbing through an open mountain bowl toward dark crags above

Hiker in red jacket at the edge of Llyn y Gadair, still water perfectly reflecting the dark crags of Cadair Idris

Llyn y Gadair reflecting the sheer rock faces of the Cadair Idris cwm, small tent visible at the shoreline

Dark cliffs of Cadair Idris mirrored in the still surface of Llyn y Gadair, bracken in the foreground

Boulders at the edge of Llyn y Gadair, cliffs and grassy cwm walls perfectly reflected in calm water, Eryri

Black and white view along the dramatic north face of Cadair Idris, a path clinging to the cliff edge

Black and white view of the sheer north-facing cliffs of Cadair Idris, hazy mountain ridges receding beyond

Edge of the Cadair Idris summit plateau, sheer cliff falling away to the left, wide valley below, Eryri























