After a steep and spectacular climb up the mountains, Husb and I had a break in Beddgelert and the storm eased off while we were there. We strolled through the historic village and were stunned by the ferocity of the two rivers that meet there, Afon Colwyn and Afon Glaslyn. The recent storms had created a maelstrom of torrents where the two rivers surge together, one brown and muddy and the other clear and dark. After a pot of tea in the village cafe, we boarded the tiny steam train again and set off back across the Eryri mountains, which were now clear of heavy rain and glowed with a strange light behind the peaks.
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