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Travel Blogs from Barmouth
... that a couple of people were prepared to claim that the £1 bus fare was the best value for money they'd had for some time!
Sunday morning was bright, but with plenty of showers around. After driving to Croesor, we walked (pretty slowly!) up the west ridge of Moelwyn Mawr, getting into the cloud near the top. As there looked to be a chance of the clag clearing, we had lunch just beyond the summit, in a sheltered spot. No clearance, but some ...
A quote from a famous Welsh anthem, sung by massed choirs. The Welsh are famous for their voices - think Ric*********** and opera singer Bryn Terfel.
Barmouth nestles among the steep hills of Snowdonia on the estuary of the River Mawddach.
... Welsh language is thriving, in fact, many English-speaking children cross the border to attend Welsh-speaking schools and kindergartens. North Wales economy seems to be doing well through tourism, as parts of the coast are covered by huge caravan sites.
... behind we headed back to the coast. By this time sun was bright and low, lighting up the estuary and making the whole landscape sparkle. Parking on the promenade we ate the rather dry nectarines which had been rolling round under my feet since yesterday and looked out over the fishing boats.
Seemingly the destination of choice for the over 70s, who were supporting the local ice cream parlour in generous measure.
Still bursting out with the occasional ...
... my freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want. With my Dad's life
moto in mind: Do what you want to do, and **** the rest of them, I booked a flight to Australia.
A week and a half later I was on a flight, feeling slightly anxious, but
surprisingly calm. I think for most of the journey I was in shock and
possibly too numb to even feel any sort of fear, but there I was,
venturing out into the unknown, on a journey of a lifetime, ...