Well, we never quite got to bangor, but it's hidden between Tregarth and Anglesey here, looking east

looking west

welsh mountain ponies


I spent quite a while chasing this dragonfly around, but this is the best i got.
It should look like this, I think (Southern hawker, female)

and I think this is a fritillary, but I'm guessing. this is at our friend Aly's house. Aly is a very remarkable man, generous to point of, having read my book, offering to read it again.

then we went up snowdon (by train; we walked down though). There's something very surreal about the summit of the highest mountain in England and Wales when its overcrowded with pensioners and toddlers. It somehow retains its dignity, but mostly from afar.




Clair has been tree-sitting while we've been away, so the Lime tree diary will be updated again soon. I've discovered that a lime tree was the centre of medieval german villages; those bagpipers that you see images of playing for people dancing around them are standing beneath a lime tree.