 Caernarfon Castle / Mount Snowdon |
 The colours of a Welsh Spring are quite consistent across the countryside… grass-green fields, slate-grey hillsides, daffodil and gorse yellow, the whitewash of farm cottages. Sometimes the dry bracken or heather lend a darker shade to the earthy red. With clear skies of pallid blue, washed clear of winter’s overhanging cloud, thawing snow, new-born lambs and verdant fields and pastures, spring is a pleasant, relatively quiet and less expensive time to explore this corner of Britain.
Welsh-born author and traveller Jan Morris writes, “The maze-like highlands of Wales have dictated the destiny of the country, but in their secretive and in-bred way they have dictated the character of its people too.”
The Welsh do share that English passion for privacy… finding a sea-front inn on the Llyn Peninsula becomes quite a challenge.
The rugged majesty of its mountains, centuries-old fortresses (now hollow shells but still proud border sentinels); the lilting language, defiantly spoken and displayed from corner stores to supermarket aisles, all proclaim the individuality of this ancient Celtic principality still resisting domination by the English.
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