Sorry for the absence of posts but we have been a-visiting family in a one horse village in Snowdonia. Beach fired sausage sandwiches on a deserted sandy beach with a view of snow capped, sunny mountains. Heavenly. Followed by a little mountaineering. I think the people reaching the summit of the Arrdu with their laminated maps and poles had their sense of achievement a little crushed to find the half dressed family with a seven and four year old eating cupcakes already there. No mean feat for our youngest I might add. She did the whole thing minus a shoulder lift the last bit down.
The moss covered garden is grotto like and the air as fresh as the water in the last photo and we probably added another year onto our lives just by being there for a few days. Til next time.