North Wales. Land of mountains, lakes, rock, greenest moss, twisted oak, foxglove edged. Where giants and dragons sleep and dream of Elders, Princes, Queens and gold.
Where idyllic mountain streams and waterfalls burst through beautiful breathtaking valleys.
Hmmm...did I glimpse an elf out of the corner of my eye just then?
Hmmm...did I glimpse an elf out of the corner of my eye just then?
Or Tom Bombadil behind the wall?
In unexpected places, it seems that hobbits had left their mark.
"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold"
~ JRR Tolkien
We followed the path up into the mountains into stillness. Just the distant sound of water falling against ancient stone. No sound of cars or noise of the modern world. A gold more precious than the metal kind.
Higher, until, I could no longer use my camera as the rain and wind blew.
No burden of magic ring did I carry, but at certain times it did feel a little like we were climbing Mount Doom not Mount Snowdon. ;-) High up in the clouds at the summit, icy rain stung skin, but a hot chocolate reward before the climb back down was much enjoyed.
~*~
North Wales is filled with legend and myth. It's not surprising really that I felt I was in JRR Tolkien's Middle Earth.
Oh and... sssssh!....I think I found a dragon!?
There it was, washed up on the beach among the drift wood waiting to be found.
A dragon wizard's staff?
And.... I also found
this strange wooden magic ring.
Who knows, they may unlock a secret doorway into a mountain? But that I'm afraid we may never know as I brought them home with me to my shire.
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