Mawddach

We went down to the other side of Dolgellau for lunch at the Cross Foxes Inn this afternoon, meeting up with John and Sandra and John's nephew Gavin. We stopped off on the way, to have a mooch around Dolgellau itself, not have visited there for years: God knows why as it's a lovely town, and set against a backdrop of wooded hills and bathed in the early summer sun, it's an absolutely fine place to be, and only an hour-and-a-half or so from home. We had a drink sat outside The Royal Ship Hotel before heading off for our rendezvous at the Foxes. A very pleasant couple of hours spent over lunch on the terrace there and then we parted company and Jane and I took the coast route back from there, through Barmouth and Harlech - which has the most extraordinary swathe of beach and sand dunes beyond it - stopping off at the mouth of the Mawddach Estuary en route to take a picture of the railway viaduct that crosses it [pictured]; and home via Beddgelert, Dyffryn Mymbyr, Capel Curig and Nant Ffrancon. Very nice indeed, so it was...