From Llyn Mair we walked down from the mill pond admiring the hydro electric works in progress. Strange to see the pipes running overground but I’m sure they’ll be out of sight soon; some sections already had a hessian looking material draped over them. The turbine is due to be installed any day soon and Plas Tan y Bwlch will be glowing green by Easter as it once did long ago from 1905 to 1928.
Beside the junction of a stream flowing into the river was the newly cut stump of a trunk that was 90% hollow. I saw the canoe like trunk being driven away safely strapped on the back of a trailer. Must have been on its way to a special place, maybe the workyard of a well-known sculptor in Blaenau Ffestiniog? After all this was the point at which David Nash’s oak boulder entered the Dwyryd.
From the valley floor a diagonal walk up through the woods to the waterfall and home. Along the way our local heft of goats: a seasoned billy, a decrepit female and two other possibly pregnant females. Hopefully they will produce kids this year.