I travel with Duncan to Bangor to meet up with the rest of the group. Just 9 of us today. The weather doesn’t look too promising so its wet weather gear once more. The cathedral isn’t open when we first arrive, but then as if by magic the doors open and we enter this ancient place. We are the only people there as we hold our short service, which begins with one of my favorite sayings from St Augustine ……people travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vastcompass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and they pass themselves without wondering.” How true is this! And I feel privileged to have the time to just wander and wonder.
The pull out of Bangor is less than inspiring,but after some lane walking we are soon into the vast expanses of Snowdonian moorland. This is the first year that we can really appreciate the views without the rain!
We pass an old water mill and think it may one day be restored as the property adjoining has been upgraded year on year as we have passed through. And soon we are into a forest of fir trees mysterious and haunting. As we come once more into the open we have splendid views accross to Anglesey, and here we stop for lunch.
Our journey continues accross the moorland to the deserted farmhouse which is atmospheric and a reason to have a little breather before we go on uphill to eventually pass through the village and then up again to enjoy the hospitality of Stuart Elliott in his cottage overlooking the lake of Llanberis. Stuart is the Vicar of Llanassa, but is also renovating his prperty above Llanberis and every year has welcomed us on this day with freshly brewed tea and coffeee, and wonderful home made cakes. We have looked forward to this feast all day and are not disappointed! And for the first time in 5 years there is no rain so we sit outside and take in the wonderful view.
As we leave Stuart we wene our way downhill throuh the woods and slippery slopes towards the lake. Last year the bluebells carpetted thewoodland, but they are later this year and hardly visible. We reach the lake in glorious sunshine.
Car shares are sorted out and we depart for our respective places of rest for the night ready to start afresh in the morning