Last week I returned to uni, to hopefully complete my final year. Typically, it was a week of beautiful weather. Thankfully the lovely weather lasted until the weekend. On Sunday morning we were up and out the house bright and early, and drove to meet my parents, who treated Osian and I to a lovely breakfast. Once finished, we decided to take the long way back to the car to have a little walk. We came across this cute little bridge, which sits over a river. The morning sun was shinning upon the bridge, and it beautiful. Osian loved running up and down the bridge.
Then my parents decided to head home, and we were going to do the same. But, I decided it was too nice a morning to just go home, so we went to a village called Beddgelert. The drive down was very picturesque, we drove past a few lakes, which were glistening with the sun's rays.
There's a walk from the village, which runs parallel to the River Glaslyn. We found a little mole on the path, it was so cute. I've never seen a mole before so wasn't sure what it was at first. Osian stood staring at it for a little bit, then he became frightened, which was followed by excitement. He kept saying 'hello mole' and waving at him. The mole then ran to the grass, so we continued our walk. There's a right turn onto another path, which leads to the site of Gelert's Grave. Which is what Beddgelert means in Welsh, 'bedd' translating to grave. On our way to the grave, Osian swapped the little stick he was carrying for a branch that was bigger than him!
Osian at Gelert's GraveThe grave reads 'In the 13th century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert ‘The Faithful Hound’ who was unaccountably absent. On Llewelyn's return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant's cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood. The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound's side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog's dying yell was answered by a child's cry. Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain. The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here'
Further up the path, there's a little house, with a statue of Gelert inside. Osian didn't really like going inside. So we had a good look at Gelert from outside the house.
We continued walking on our path, which circled back to the original path next to the river. Osian decided he no longer wanted his big branch, so placed it on the floor and waved goodbye, the little sweetheart he is. Once back on the path, I was wondering whether to head back to the car or continue our walk. We were having such a lovely walk, I decided we'd go further up the river. We saw lots of cows, and Osian got all excited shouting 'moo'.
At the end of the path, we reached a bridge, which crossed the river and lead to another path. So we walked back to the car on the opposite side of the river. We stopped at the ice cream parlour in the village, where Osian enjoyed a teddy ice cream cone, and I had a nice cup of tea. A lovely ending to a perfect morning.