Sunday really lived up to its name over here in north Wales. The weather was beautiful, hot and sunny with not a cloud in the sky - just like most other places in Britain really. After the disastrous summer last year, followed by a winter that would have been more suited to the Steppes of Russia, it seems so long since we last had some decent weather, but this last week the Weather Fairy has done us proud.
So off we set, Keith and Paddy and I to follow the winding road to the west coast.
"Let's go over Hellfire Pass," Keith suggested, and so we did. This is where Austin used to test drive their cars back in the first half of last century.
Apparently, 'an Englishman' named it Hellfire Pass but the Welsh soon returned it to its original name of Bwlch y Groes and it's the highest pass in north Wales, or, as the Welsh would say,
"Rydych yn sefyll ar y bwlch uchaf yng Ngogledd Cymru."
Not bad, eh?
7 comments:
That can't be Wales as there are no sheep in sight nor are there any coal miners or tenors! Also, doesn't Bwlch y Groes mean Hellfire Pass?
Actually, no, YP. It means 'pass the cross'. Further down the pass is a cross which was there to comfort pilgrims on their journey as it was the pigrims' route from north west Wales to St David's in the south. (Bet you thought I wouldn't know that!)
Not at all. I guessed you'd be fluent in Welsh having defected to that principality. I was just testing.
Of course I am YP! ;)
That looks like my kind of day out getting away from it all. I also bet that the air quality was far better than it was here over the weekend! Flighty xx
It's lovely, Flighty. So many beautiful places to visit around here.
That's the problem Lady B - the very fact that it is a bank holiday ensures that the weather will be rubbish - that's life! ;)
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