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Beddgelert

Whoops - our laptop decided to post this before we'd even started...
So apologies to those of you who've received photos & just one word by email!

Before we show you Beddgelert - here is a photo of the sunrise on our first morning...

After then it pretty much rained every day!

Though it was still warm(ish) most days.

Beddgelert was the nearest village to us & it has some nice picturesque bits...

The River Colwyn runs through the village...
And is surrounded by mountains...

The playing field leads to a well known tourist attraction...

Beddgelert means Gelert's Grave in English...

Sad story...
Though fortunately not true!


A story invented by an 18th century publican...
 To bring more tourists to the village & it's still working today!

The pretty cottages on the other side of the river.

The Welsh Highland Railway stops at Beddgelert...

But it finished the day before for the Winter...

So we walked the tracks instead!

And there was no-one around to tell us not to...


We didn't really spend much time here, but we did visit the ice cream parlour & I'm afraid to say that none of us were impressed they just seemed very bland - sorry to everyone who recommended it...
I think we've been spoilt by Cornish & French ice cream...

But Roskillys & Helsett Farm are far better (to us anyway)!

Bye for now,

Kay, Sime & Hugo xxx

Comments

Catherine said…
Wow ~ you all are seeing some very interesting places!

And look at the sweet family faces in the last photo. That is one happy looking family!! Cute!

xo Catherine
Anonymous said…
Great pictures!!

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