The first two shots were take at the foot of Mount Snowdon in Wales (Snowdon is over a little on the right). The last two shots were taken whilst on Snowdon.
Holidays for me whilst growing up were nearly always around this area of Wales. The 2 1/2 hour drive from the Midlands consisted of me, my sister and our dog Tess in the back of the car with my mother and father in the front. Many a time I moaned that we never got to travel abroad "like everyone else" (we did, but this was prior to Tess joining the household), however many of our happier times as a family were during our holidays and weekend breaks over in Wales; there wasn't an activity we didn't do...
My dad and I walked up Snowdon when I was 14 and16 years on, I still remember it well; it was a gloriously sunny day and the sun freckles I caught that day are still on each of my shoulders...as you can see from the pictures, this time was a different story - the weather was awful and we could only go as far as Clogwyn (about 3/4 of the way up) due to the severity of the weather. The last picture was quickly taken on our way down, just to capture how frightfully awful the weather was.
I believe if it wasn't for the years of holidays in Wales, I wouldn't have the excitement and passion for travel that I do now for seeing new places across the world. I read every travel book going (and still do!) and as soon as I graduated from university I travelled to the furthest place possible from the UK...just because I could and I guess to see what else the world had to offer.
It was nice to go back and visit Wales...
