Once we were pitched, we drove down to Barmouth to look around. It was a bit touristy as there were amusements, but the beach was very nice and daddy had some donuts, which he didn’t share! Jim was obviously very tired after the journey, but also somewhat confused, as he tried to sleep with his head up against the cupboard!
On Sunday we were up early and saw the sun rise behind the site, as we were heading to the Glyders to climb the mountains
It was quite a long drive, but eventually we got there, and it was packed. We had never known it so busy. We later found out that Country File were doing their big ramble weekend and Tryfan, next to Glyders, was one of the main rambles. We went up quite a difficult path called Devils Kitchen and it was quite scary. Jim slipped on some rocks whilst I was too scared to climb up, and mummy had to catch him. His little heart was racing. We were very scared on the side of the mountain, but eventually we reached the top of Glyder Fawr, with some help from some other people who thought this route might be a good idea. Their dogs agreed with us that it was a horrible route! We walked along to Glyder Fach and came down a much nicer route that we had done before. Visibility wasn’t that great and it was very busy so we only got one photo of the stream at the bottom. It was too scary to take photos on the way up and I must confess, mummy had to carry me up at times! We did get rewarded with some lovely roast beef when we got home though!
In order to recover from our adventures up the mountains, on Monday we went for a lovely long walk along the beach to Barmouth. The beach goes on for miles and miles, when the tide is out!
We eventually reached Barmouth, having played on the beach and in the water a lot! There was one bit where the water was far too deep and mummy and daddy found out why I don’t like water….I can’t swim. But instead of helping me get across to safety, they stood there laughing at me. I was not happy, and was now soaking wet! At least daddy got an ice cream from the town which he shared with me, so I was happy!
We managed to get back along the beach without the tide coming in too far and we were rewarded with a beautiful sunset
This was the view of the sunset from the pitch
So after our “rest” day on the beach, we were off to climb another mountain, this one called Cadair Idris. As usual, we took the difficult path up from Gwernan Lake Hotel, via Tyddyn-mawr up to Penygadair. The views were spectacular looking out towards Arthog
and back towards Penmaenpool
This is a picture of Llyn y Gadair, just at the bottom of a scree slope. There was no way we were going up that. I was very tired and had already demanded we go back home, so mummy carried me some of the way.
Oh I was so wrong. The last 300m up, was the scree slope, and up it we went. Mummy couldn’t carry me as she needed her hands to help her climb the scree so I was a very brave girl and climbed it too. Just so mummy didn’t get scared, you understand! It was very tough going, especially as Jim, who wasn’t at all scared, unless he slipped, kept going the wrong way, but we made it in the end. This was the view back down to Llyn y Gadair
As we neared the top we could hear an engine, so guessed a quad was at the top, having taken the easy route up the Pony Path, and then we noticed the sheep were all moving around on the scree slope to our right, then from nowhere a sheepdog appeared all proud of himself. He made it look easy. Turned out it was a shepherd on a motorbike with his dog, rounding the sheep up off the mountain. Felt like a right sissy after that! This is the scree slope the sheep were dancing around on
This is the view from the Penygadair shelter to the bar at Barmouth
This is looking over to Llawlech and Diffwys
And this was looking towards the valley at Islawr-dref
When we got back, having come down the much easier Pony Path, we were rewarded with another sunset….
Wednesday was definitely a rest day as daddy had to do some plumbing work, so we just admired the sunset
By Thursday scratchy was really starting to like the sheep in the field next to us so mummy took him out to see them
Then we went for a walk up the small mountain behind the campsite, Bwlch Cwmmaria. This was the view towards Llanenddwyn
and then when we reached the other side the weather closed in, so this is a darker view towards Barmouth and Cadair Idris
Friday was a chores day around the van and some work, which I was pleased with as I was quite tired. That’s what I thought anyway! Late afternoon we got ready for a walk again! We went down to the beach and walked to Barmouth for fish and chips. The queue was horrendous, and not totally worth the wait, but still good. The queue was partly because the beach had been turned into a motocross track and there was a huge event going on over the weekend! We ate them on the sea front and then had a drink in a bar on the way back. However, due to the length of time it took, we had now missed the tide window and what with it being dark now, and water coming in quickly, we decided it wasn’t worth the risk to scramble over the rocks in the dark (well mummy decided that, daddy wanted to go for a paddle – glad mummy saw sense after my “swimming” episode earlier in the week!), so we headed back to the safety of the road, and walked home that way. We didn’t like this much at all as Jim and I are very scared of traffic, but we were all very brave and got home safely.
Now we just had to work out how to get off the site without hitting the wall again, as we were leaving in the morning. Until next time, love and licks Rosie and Dumb Dog xxxxx