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Lady of the lane: on the Sarn Elen trail in Snowdonia


The first time I went looking for Sarn Elen, I couldn’t find it. The way wasn’t marked, and there were several possible paths. The Ordnance Survey OL map should have provided a clue; I could just about see the words “Roman road” on a faintly outlined track, but I’d left my glasses back at the B&B, and the print was so tiny I couldn’t make out which direction I needed to turn to find my way onto it.

Wales map

So instead of going straight on from my starting point, as I should have done, I headed, with an entirely unwarranted sense of confidence, off to the right. And found myself wandering up and down a seemingly endless network of deserted tracks in the beautiful Gwydir Forest, which neighbours the village of Betws-y-Coed in the Snowdonia national park.

Meanwhile, a mile or two to the north, old Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) himself looked down at me and laughed. Because there was no small irony in the fact that I was losing my way while looking for a road which Welsh legend tells us was built by a woman known, in some circles, as Elen of the Ways.

Sarn Elen (sometimes part-Anglicised to Sarn Helen) is an old Roman road which runs for 160 miles north to south through Wales. It begins at Caerhun near Conwy, then crosses high moors and wooded valleys through the counties of Gwynedd, Powys and Ceredigion, to Carmarthen.

The footpath to the hamlet of Rhiwddolion follows Sarn Elen.



The footpath to the hamlet of Rhiwddolion follows Sarn Elen. Photograph: Ron Evans/Alamy

There’s considerable debate about its precise route, because activities such as mining and forestry have changed the landscape so much over the centuries and long stretches have become unidentifiable. Sections of the road have been overlaid by the modern road network, but fragments – like the section I was trying to find, which links Betws-y-Coed to the now deserted quarrying village of Rhiwddolion – can still be seen in something quite close to their original form.

My accidental exploration of the forest was magical, though, and I thoroughly recommend excursions off the main track if you have the time. I walked accompanied by the softest of rain, wandering through fairytale winter woods thick with contorted logs covered in moss, and lichen-encrusted rocks cosy under thick blankets of shiny ivy. One particularly striking cluster of tree stumps in front of a large, dark crevice looked for all the world like a pair of shaggy-haired, horned monsters emerging from a cave, arms outstretched, staggering towards me. A tall, dead tree reached out to me a thin arm with long thorn-like fingers; it had a crooked nose and tangled vines for hair, like some old witch of the woods. I passed murky pools and dark ditches; and tiny streams tumbled down from the mountains, finding the most unlikely paths, carving their way through ancient channels in tree-root and rock.

The Miners’ bridge near Betws-y-Coed.



The Miners’ bridge near Betws-y-Coed. Photograph: Andrew Kearton/Alamy

It might have been beautiful, but it wasn’t Sarn Elen. So I set off again the next morning, fully equipped with spectacles, finally following the direction the path had, irritatingly, been pointing in all along.

Elen is an elusive character, existing in the tangled, gnarly borderlands between myth and history. Sometimes she’s identified with Saint Elen of Caernarfon, but we find her most memorably in the The Dream of Macsen Wledig, a story contained within the collection of medieval Welsh tales now known as The Mabinogion, most of the contents of which emerged from ancient oral tales. In this particular story, Macsen Wledig (Magnus Maximus), who was emperor in the western section of the Roman Empire from 383-388 AD, dreams one night of a beautiful, unforgettable woman in a faraway land. Upon awakening, he sends his men all over the world in search of her. They eventually find her in a grand castle in Britain, and lead Macsen there, where everything is exactly as it was in his dream. The woman, whose name is Elen, agrees to marry him; as her “maiden fee”, she asks him to build three great forts for her, the largest of them at Caernarfon. “After that,” the story continues, “Elen decided to build great roads from one fort to the other across the island of Britain.”

A Gwydir Forest path passing moss and lichen-covered rocks and trees.



A Gwydir Forest path passing moss and lichen-covered rocks and trees. Photograph: RA Kearton/Getty Images

And so, the legends say, it was Elen who caused the “Roman” roads to be built. The idea of a woman – a princess of old Wales – building this remarkable road was, for me, as much of a draw as the spectacular scenery it traverses.

I began my walk at the Pont-y-Pair bridge (Bridge of the Cauldron) in Betws-y-Coed, heading upstream along the path on the right-hand side of the River Llugwy for just over a mile, then crossing the narrow, wooden and steeply angled Miners’ bridge. Across the A5, through a gate and on to the narrow road in front of the cottages. There, where the tarmacked road peters out into a track, I finally set foot on Sarn Elen.

Ty Capel, Rhiwddolion



A room at the Landmark Trust’s Ty Capel, Rhiwddolion.

The ancient surface was cobbled and uneven; I stepped carefully, conscious, as with all pilgrim paths, that I was just one of the countless visitors to have trodden this track down the centuries. The way climbed steeply through the forest, which was once filled with great oaks.

Now, after centuries of felling and managed forestry, it contains mostly conifers, but in recent years there’s been a resurgence in the planting of native broadleaf species. Mostly, the growth is quite open, so from time to time there were spectacular views over the valleys and up to the mountains of the Glyderau, the Carneddau and Yr Wyddfa.

I navigated a footbridge, crossed a forest road or two, passed an isolated farmhouse and came into the heart of the old village. Rhiwddolion was once a quarrying community of 150 inhabitants, with its own school and chapel, accommodation for quarrymen, and a few small farms. When the quarrying industry collapsed in the early 20th century, it was abandoned – though two cottages (Ty Uchaf and Ty Coch), and the former chapel and school room (Ty Capel) have been renovated and are now holiday lets, managed by the Landmark Trust.

Llyn Elsi in the Gwydir Forest.



Llyn Elsi in the Gwydir Forest. Photograph: Simon Stapley/Alamy

I explored the ruin of the schoolmaster’s house, the remains of cramped terraced cottages, and the old chapel/school, before eventually finding the track up to Llyn Elsi, a reservoir that provides water for Betws-y-Coed. There’s a path around it, and several different tracks can be taken back down to the village, though you really need to have a good map – and a pair of spectacles – if you don’t want to be wandering the byways of this enchanted forest forever. But I wanted to retrace my steps, walking back slowly, following for a while again the legendary road that Elen made.

Back in Betws-y-Coed it was beginning to get dark, and I was in the mood for a cosy pub. I headed into the Pont-y-Pair Inn, a dog-friendly establishment with ales, including Purple Moose brewery’s Snowdonia and Welsh Pride, and an unpretentious food menu. I ate fish and chips, and raised a cold glass to the memory of Elen of the Ways.

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