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Telegraph Road Trail Run

This route is one I often run when I am staying at the lodge. It is local and I can start it from my doorstep rather than having to drive to the start.
The route gets its name from a lone telegraph pole I stumbled across when I first recce the route. I'm also a Dire Straits fan.

I'm always within 15 minutes of the lodge, yet it can feel so remote when I'm running around Moel Ddu (SH7290 3269).  I've only ever seen a few people in the area when I've run the route and they've invariably been on the sections of path which my route joins together. The mixture of bogs and wet mud covered rocks means I'll never beat any speed records.I've been running the route for over two years now and I'm always surprised to see an abandoned quad bike south east of Craiglaseithin (SH6856 3333) near the shore of Llyn Gelli-Gain. I'm not sure of the story behind it. Maybe the farmer has forgotten it's there!Running clockwise around the shore, I eventually pick up an old track which starts at the reservoirs embankment and fishes back at the road. I always  like to pause a moment and take in the views and sounds before I disturb my inner tranquillity with the huffing and puffing which is normally associated with my attempt to rapidly descend.
This run I remembered to look back and admire the view. Something I normally forget to do. The reward is always worth the pause.

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Location: Trawsfynydd, Blaenau Ffestiniog LL41, UK

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