Our Snowdonia field trip was drizzly and cold, but so full of a unique kind of beauty that all 45+ of us were all in a state of awe.
First, we walked/hiked up a long row of slippery stones set in an uphill path to Llyn Idwal (“llyn” means “lake” in Welsh, and sounds a bit like ‘thin’).
Then we passed Llyn Ogwen, legendary site of the hand rising out of the lake to provide King Arthur with Excalibur.
The Snowdonia mountains have a peculiar kind of beauty. They aren’t especially tall, but they surround you, and rest so still and snow-dusted, shrouded in mist and quietly, insistently present, so that you cannot help but be moved.