Back towards Beaumaris there is a small car park with a height barrier but it had been swung to the side so in I went. The light was gentle and the mountains of Snowdonia bathed in a mist, not a person around and the only sound was that of the birds singing the day a welcome song. I take my shot and wander around with just the aim of enjoying myself. It is twenty minutes to four and I have told you so many times of the thrill of being outside in a new day but where are you? You are swatting under the duvet dreaming of wonderful things, fantasies of dreams. Here am I enjoying sensations that cannot adequately be described in words, real sensations - truly wonderful.
But I don't mind, it wouldn't be as good if there were crowds!