21–22 February 1998: It’s a trip I’ll never forget. My first true foray into winter wild camping. I was nineteen, fresh from the routines of university life, feeling equal parts eager and apprehensive. My father, always keen to explore Snowdonia’s quieter corners, chose the Moelwyn range. A region steeped in industrial heritage and overshadowed by …
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