…….or Running Conwy Mountain. Last week I was staying in a house at the side of Conwy marina, the view from the front was dominated by the bulk of the Mynydd y Dref, whose peak is at 244 metres (801 feet, for you non-metric people).
Despite never having attempted anything similar, a run up to the peak seemed a natural thing to do. It was easier than I expected and almost all the stops I made were due to having to scramble over rocky outcrops or bits that we’re just too steep to run. The views though when I stopped were wonderful, particularly down the ridge to Conwy and its castle.
Coming down was fantastic, other than the really rocky bits, I just let gravity do its job. Sadly, there aren’t that any climbs like that in the south east, so it is an experience that I won’t be repeating for a while
I saw more horses than people on the run, in fact the only other human seen on the ‘mountain’ was another runner who assumed that I was a local and greeted me in Welsh.