Conglog sits high and alone in the moorland above Blaenau Ffestiniog, the kind of water you earn with a proper walk before you ever wet a line. Eight-odd acres of dark upland water holding a modest population of wild brown trout that have never seen a stocking truck and don't much care for a bright afternoon. Bring a spare fly box and low expectations on the weather — cloud cover and a ripple make the difference between a slow afternoon and a good one. It's not a lake that rewards impatience, but the ones that come out are entirely your own, in the honest sense that matters up here.
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- Ordovician volcanics
