the cafe at the top
this was by far the worst and most dissappointing part of the trip. i know i should've expected it being that it was midday on a saturday in august, but i was completely unprepared for the sheer volume of people at the summit, half of whom had taken the train up. they swarmed over the actual summit marker like locusts and inside the cafe was just like a busy mcdonald's at lunchtime. i still bought a pasty though which made me feel much dirtier than i physically was, but there was a small consolation when i saw the train ticket prices. since the cloud was all emcompassing there was no view so most of these people had paid £14 for a round trip to a greasy cafe. this gave me a small amount of sadistic pleasure since the views we had from halfway up had been spectacular.
- Hiking and Walking
- Mountain Climbing
Narrow Gauge Railways
Many local Welshmen and women are quite annoyed about the recent boom in tourist narrow gauge railways in Snowdonia. Apparently, the railways are all owned by rich English playboys who want to have their own "train set." Sadly, the "foreign" owners don't really care about the area, and don't contribute to any sort development into the weak economy of Snowdonia.
Most of the railways were built way back in the slate mining days. As a result, they are not necessarily along routes that are very scenic!
The Legend of Gelert
As legend tells it, the town of Beddgelert gets its name from Gelert the faithful hound of Prince Llewelyn ap Iorwerth . The story goes that one day Llewelyn went on a hunting trip leaving Gelert behind to watch over his baby son. Upon returning and finding his son missing and Gelert's snout stained with blood, he fell upon the dog killing him, thinking him the culprit. It was only as the dog died that Llewelyn heard a baby cry out, and searched until he found his son alive with the body of a large wolf dead from attack wounds beside him. Realizing that he had slain the dog who had saved his son's life, he made a monument of the dog's grave, to remind others of his bravery.
In fact, the town probably gets its name from a 6th century saint from the area and the legend of Gelert was made up by locals trying to lure tourists to the area.
Unique Suggestions: If you stop to see the "grave" at least take the time to wander around the town of Beddgelert, it's really quite lovely. And as the path to the "grave" takes you through a field, please stay on the pathway. There were teeny baby lambs lying in the field when we visited.