Weekly pics: round 46
At least, I think it's round 46. Anyway, here they are: the last photos from our Wales holiday this August.
After the attempted conquest of Cadair Idris, we retreated back down the Dyffryn Dulas or Corris Valley. The first day on the road was a horrendous one. After days of glorious sunshine, we were struck by the good ol' Welsh weather in the form of constant, heavy, spirit-sapping drizzle. The clouds were down at about the thousand foot mark, obscuring the upper flanks of all the fells in the valley. Here's a picture of James sitting on his backpack, wet and depressed, as we strike camp. I think pretty much everything we owned at that point was soaking wet. James described his tent as being "aquatic".
Secondly, and finally, a photo from our last night, back at Brynmelyn. The sky had stopped pouring its miseries on us by that point (although our tents were still soaked from the inside out, and vice versa). Several mini thundersqualls were to be witnessed, however, chasing each other over the Mynydd Du hill/mountain massif at high speed. Here is one such storm breaking over the nearby hillock of Cefn Gader as it makes its way into the Dyfi valley.
Photos (C) Alex Roddie 2004
At least, I think it's round 46. Anyway, here they are: the last photos from our Wales holiday this August.
After the attempted conquest of Cadair Idris, we retreated back down the Dyffryn Dulas or Corris Valley. The first day on the road was a horrendous one. After days of glorious sunshine, we were struck by the good ol' Welsh weather in the form of constant, heavy, spirit-sapping drizzle. The clouds were down at about the thousand foot mark, obscuring the upper flanks of all the fells in the valley. Here's a picture of James sitting on his backpack, wet and depressed, as we strike camp. I think pretty much everything we owned at that point was soaking wet. James described his tent as being "aquatic".
Secondly, and finally, a photo from our last night, back at Brynmelyn. The sky had stopped pouring its miseries on us by that point (although our tents were still soaked from the inside out, and vice versa). Several mini thundersqualls were to be witnessed, however, chasing each other over the Mynydd Du hill/mountain massif at high speed. Here is one such storm breaking over the nearby hillock of Cefn Gader as it makes its way into the Dyfi valley.
Photos (C) Alex Roddie 2004
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