Now this is tricky. I had a really great time biking a couple of days from must have been the Conway Valley I suppose but so good that I forget this place and always call it Conway (miles away) or think it might be Aberystwyth or Barmouth (quite a plain name for around here) but think most rationally it is Aberdovy. The trouble I have got into for thinking this is a natural cycling destination is beyond comprehension. The hotels here are very good value and love to serve you, there is also the Shell Island of Acorn Adventure who I worked for elsewhere one summer but I could fell the buzz of this area and it is gorgeous cycling. Don’t tell someone’s niece that one day you would love to go cycling there with her or there’s adulterated drinks on the way however. Well make sure you know what you’re doing. As with cycling it is worth advertising but not to be taken for granted that other pastime lovers will appreciate how you want the sport and recreation to be encouraged and promoted and accepted as the future as it should be.
View across Nant Peris. Although these slopes are not very high they form some visual barrier, quite steep too as you look over from the campsite. Funny training exercises between police and Mountain Rescue can be watched from here as they like to base themselves here and now the Slateman Triathlons send colourful bikes up and down through this village in May or even April or July. Not the usual way up Mt Snowdon but dominating, peaceful, welcoming reminders of treks to plan.
Llyn Peris where the water is surrounded by slate merging on this side to the granite of Snowdon. This one is not for swimming in as it is the direct feed for the hydro electric Electric Mountain Elidir Fawr. Acrylic instead of the usual watercolour, better in the long run but a long run ahead still as much more to carry.
Llanberis Pass. My home when I was younger for a year. Out to sea and cloud from only 300m up but a special place. Mountain crags, simply portrayed here, I don’t know what was wrong with me though I think there is so much to capture there that I hadn’t apart from the rush that day decided how to do it yet.
Pen y Pass from the road to Beddgelert, that’s Nant Gwynant. The slopes are mottled with grass, Sphagnum moss, little outcrops and rock bands looking to the plateau like formation of the Glyders. Great to be there so great to remember as colourful too or else there’s a lot of hard slog that might be all that remains of the less walked slopes.
Llangollen. Wales is a painters paradise. You can sit up the top here, though I suggest being a top artist or something since it seemed to be stretching the favor for me to work this over a couple of cups of tea and cake, of this grand small town on the corner of the Cambrian mountains.