To Llandudas, Via Snowdonia And Betsy Coed

From Llanfair Caerinion we drove on to our next stop, a hotel on the beach at Llandudno, from which we would visit the great Bodnant Garden, one of Wales, and Britain's many gems. The day's slow drive took us across the Snowdonia national park and old friend Betys-y-Coed, known universally among the English-speaking peoples as Betsy Coed. Below mostly are pix by Vicki, who dislikes mountain driving and distracts herself by taking photos.

Click to enlarge and you'll see a stone fence going right up the
mountain and straight through the immense rockfall; they make
good neighbors 

The usual narrow, twisty roads, with lines down the middle mostly
for bicycle traffic

In a town on the way

Today's fixer-upper

Hard to tell tailings from mountains here

We stopped for lunch in Betys-y-Coed, outside
the train station; we've been there before, mostly
for the scenery and the abundant hiking and
camping stores--at our present age and status, alas,
somewhat of less interest than in bygone years

An old railroad car now serving as a restaurant

Betsy Coed was as amusing and youngish a place
as ever; here, some soft sculpture

A rhino made of bottle caps