As usual, finding a park was a problem, but that delay meant there was time for the train to arrive. Tolerant as usual, A sorted the parking while I jogged up to the station to see it go by. Beddgelert was a nice wee village but was, as usual, very full of tourists. Like us.
The hill we'd chosen to climb looked steep. Same as everything, it wasn't bad once we'd started up. We got a nice view of Beddgelert and the valleys. A group of school kids, dressed in matching red ponchos, trudged down past us. One mouthed, "Help me" as she went past. She still had a humorous gleam in her eye, despite being muddy and tired. The hill had been badly burned off recently, but the heather was flowering and new green coming through. We had a good walk along the ridge and down past the old mine.
Going back even further and into mythology, I'd been reading Mary Stewart's "The Crystal Cave" which followed the tale of Merlin. It wrote of a hill, a fort, and dragons foretelling the downfall of enemies. In the valley below us we could see that very hill, with the sun shining on slender trees that grew around it, bending a little in the wind. We walked back to the village on a quiet lane, snuck past the other tourists and escaped.