How I imagined it |
May Day
weekend was cool, damp and grey. With first time visitors Sam and Lou, I felt
obliged to organise some mountain walking and they felt equally obliged to
humour me. Sue dropped us in the rain at Croesor and we walked all of 50 yards
to Caffi Croesor, which I thought was closed, BUT NO, it’s very much open
again. Wednesday to Sunday 10:30 to 17:30.
http://orielcafficroesor.cymru/ or phone 01766 771433.
Finn and Lizzie were busy baking bread and preparing for the day’s customers; Caffi Croesor looks better than ever and it was tempting to abandon the walk.
http://orielcafficroesor.cymru/ or phone 01766 771433.
Finn and Lizzie were busy baking bread and preparing for the day’s customers; Caffi Croesor looks better than ever and it was tempting to abandon the walk.
Half way up
to Rhosydd we were into slushy sleet either side of the path, not slippery,
just wet and cold. As for the path, it was an impromptu stream in need of drainage
channels to stop it washing away. We didn’t dwell long at the top and dropped
down into Cwmorthin; isolated fingers in wet gloves with strong wind OUCH! Much
warmer without gloves and with my fingers taking turns in my mouth.
The reality |
The next
part of the plan was to catch the up train from Tanygrisiau which we could see
at the far end of the lake, its plumes of white smoke rising high in the wind,
as we munched our sarnies. A special down train rolled silently into the
station and came to a halt on the platform behind. And then it was our Fairlie,
pulling the ten or so carriages, with its female guard, who had jumped out, walking
alongside the slow moving train. As she approached, and we signalled that we
wanted to get on, it was clear that the driver would not be stopping. As she hurriedly
hopped back on she gave a sincere sorry.
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