At one stage during the night I thought the caravan was being blasted by a fireman's hose.
This Marilyn overlooks Porthmadog. Internet told me of a path which ended in locked gates at a cemetery a few hundred yards from the road, so I retreated in lashing rain back to the car to restart further up the road from a point I would have chosen without the website info.
Rain was on and off, but wind nearer the top and on the summit was vicious, but I have known worse. This is a steep rocky peak and I had a bit of scrambling about trying to find the highest of the rock outcrops as well as visiting the trig point. Views of the sea with perhaps thirty parallel lines of foaming breakers stretching a long long way off shore justified this ascent.
Moel- y-Gest from the road between Criccieth and Portmadog
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