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Travel Writing: A blinding light in my eyes woke me up one August Saturday morning. I rolled out of bed in a daze, and opened the curtains. Sunlight shone through like rays from heaven. As I staggered across the landing, I could hear my younger brother Simon attempting to get up. I got to the bathroom, and sunlight hit me once again. After a refreshing shower, I got dressed and made my way downstairs. In the living room, Simon was watching Saturday morning cartoons, still in his pyjamas. The smell of a cooked English breakfast wafted through the living room from the kitchen, and I was hungry! I fell into an amchair and grabbed the atlas. Our route to Wales had been marked out, but like our past journeys, the route wouldn't be followed exactly, and we would have to stop at some tourist attraction, or take a wrong turning. No doubt, someone in the car would find us somewhere to stop that wasn't planned, but on the other hand, that's how all journeys are supposed to go, right? The smell of sausages and bacon brought me back to reality, and I wandered to the kitchen where a feast was being prepared! On the table lay sausages, bacon, mushrooms, and fried bread. Minutes later we were gathered around the table, shovelling the food in. After the almighty feast, I made my way upstairs to pack, and began thinking of the journey ahead. ...read more.


After eating, we wandered up to an outdoor centre incorporated into a hotel. We bought some decent walking boots, and left, happy. We moved on to Ffestiniog, and bought supplies from the Co-op which seemed to be the only place open now. After dropping the supplies in the car, we wandered to the railway station, but found that the last train had left only five minutes ago. Upon finding this, we decided to make our way back to the cottage. A walk had been laid out for the third day, which took us from Beddgelert, around Snowdon, to a lake, and then around back to Beddgelert. We stopped at the grave of Gelert, and found out that in Welsh, Bedd means "grave". Therefore, the name of the village, Beddgelert, means "Gelert's Grave". According to legend, Gelert was a dog who belonged to Prince Llewellyn. Llewellyn's son was attacked by a wolf, and Gelert battled the wolf to save the child. Gelert was found with blood on his mouth from the fight, and the prince thought that Gelert had attacked his son. Prince Llewellyn slayed his once trusted friend, and then saw the wolf. He realised that the wolf had attacked his son, and knew that he had killed his best friend for the wrong reason. The prince buried his dog, and the grave still stands today. Returning to the main walk, we continued up the river Glaslyn. ...read more.


We came to a large underground lake which was lit up and enhanced by coloured lights and music. Coming out of the caverns, we walked through a recreated Victorian village, where we met a man who made various objects from slate, including decorative plates and coasters. After buying some slate souveniers, we took a quick look at the caverns on the other side of the road but didn't go in. Returning to the cottage, we ate tea and packed up for the night. On our last day, we all decided to relax a bit before packing. I took a walk around Beddgelert. Some children were playing in the river. I ended up at a gift shop, and stopped to buy presents for friends and family, and also bought some chocolate fudge for myself. I walked back to the mineral shop and had a look around, before returning to our cottage to pack. After loading everything into the car, we locked up and returned the keys to the owner. We drove off and made our way out of Beddgelert. We were soon heading out of Wales and towards Sheffield. I fell asleep, and awoke as we returned to Hedon. As we arrived home, we talked about the week in Wales, and looked through all the things we had brought back from Wales: leaflets, posters, books and gifts filled a couple of bags. I picked up the films from my camera, and decided to pop into Hedon tomorrow to get them developed. Before that, though, I decided that today, I'd go to bed and sleep. ...read more.

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