"Buzzards shriek............." a Snowdonia Travel Page by leics

Gwynedd, Bangor, Llanberis, Caernarfon ........ a taste of the places here........but not the wildest parts........

Grey stone scrambles downwards, sharp edges cutting though the thin green.......

Silver threads whisper and burble.....

Winds rustle and whisper through gaps, roar across spaces.......

Gnarled and stunted trees bend and snarl into clefts....

Summer green and purple autumn, brown spring and ice-white winter....

Sheep paths curve and wander where nothing else may.......

A harsh world, an other world, no comfort, no mercy........

Nothingness and everythingness.

First, when I was 16, on occasions. Freedom and something other than my industrialised homeland........

Then, when I was 18, my home. The place where I grew, and grew up, and became more me. For too short a time; I do not have the language, so I had to leave.

Later still, I returned with my children to find my spaces as they were, more or less; more people, more money, more things, more ...... stuff....but the mountains remained.

And now, my children grown, I return again. And there were more people still, colour on the once grey buildings, homes where once there were empty and derelict shells, cars and shops and supermarkets......

But still the mountains remain, as they were when I was 16.

It's still like going home.