Another holiday, yippee! Although we have visited Cardiff and many border towns and sites over the past year and a half, we had not yet traveled in to northwest Wales. A week break is hardly time enough to get to know Wales, but did give us a chance to rest in between car-sickness-inducing drives over beautifully horrible twisty Welsh roads. Here’s a really quick peek —
That’s our holiday cottage, viewed from in between stones erected by a local farmer to create his own version of a druid circle.Not too far from the power base of the late medieval Owain Glyndwr.
And the beautiful Lake Bala – LLyn Tegid. At four miles long, it’s the largest natural freshwater lake in Wales.
One can ride the sweet Rheilffordd Llyn Tegid – Bala Lake Railway along the lake.
We spent one day driving north to the seaside getaway of LLandudno – above is the Great Orme – Y Gogarth as seen from the town’s large Victorian pier. I don’t know what all that means, but my children learned about this in school so they were thrilled to finally see it.
Just down the road, Colwyn Bay, seen from the top of one of the many towers at Conwy Castle.
A view from the highest point on the Conwy town walls, towards the Castle and inner bay.
Our day trip to Angelsey was more rainy, and gave Beaumaris Castle a damply romantic sort of look.
The Menai Strait in the mist.
Angelsey is home to a dense wealth of druidic and neolithic sites. We visited Bryn Celli Ddu.
Unlike just about everywhere else we visited, there were no other explorers.
The longest place name in the UK, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, is purely a marketing creation and site of a largish outlet store full stuff you probably don’t need.
Another day, and a train ride up Mt. Snowdon. It was sunny at the base, and misty at the top. To the right you can see the walking trail up the mountain — ahead is one of the ‘heritage’ steam trains. We rode one of the more modern diesels.
The final steps to the summit are by foot. Would you like to guess if I went up or not?
A cruise through Caernarfon Castle, with its fascinating angular towers.There’s both too much to share and too little. (I’m not being poetical, my camera is acting weird and I don’t have many blog-worthy photos from this trip.) The memories are good, though. I’m so glad we took the time to visit this other country right on our doorstep. Hwyl fawr am nawr!