We Ain't Goin' Nowhere 'Til We've Got Some Wood!

Mum, Dad and the Boy decided to go to Capel Curig in Snowdonia to follow a circular walk listed in Dad's super walking book.

After parking in the Car Park of Tinyness, Dad and The Boy checked out the local delicacies in the cafe window.

We headed up into the hills to the local pinnacles, finding a lovely little bridge made of slabs of stone.  Dad and The Boy love bridges made of slabs of stone and they weren't disappointed since we found lots and lots on this walk!

Our path was very varied with lots of ups and downs, flat bits and watery bits.

The woodlands of Snowdonia always have an ancient feel about them.  Spring is a little behind compared our home on the coast as it's quite a bit chillier.

A glimpse of our main destination in the distance.  One of the Llynnau Mymbyr.

The Boy and yet another stick!

The Leaning Tree of Pizza.  I'm not quite sure why we called it this hehe.

We agree with Hugh Finlow, the mountains are a wonderful place to be =)

Dad consulted the superb guide book many times on our walk.  It turned out to be informative and accurate.

We don't find moss and lichen like this on our trees back at home.  Beautiful!

We crossed over lots a streams and rivers.  This was the biggest one...

But the smaller ones are much better for Poohsticks.  Oh look, there's Mum!

One big kid, really.  Watching his Poohstick.

A Ty Haf - summer houses that were used by shepherds in days gone by.

A pretty reflection.

We found the lake!  It was very windy but Mum found a great spot by a boathouse that was nice and sheltered.  We were very ready for Dad's tuna wraps, crisps and a mint Club biscuit.  Yummy, everything tastes even more delicious outdoors after a walk.

The Boy did some 'fishing' and caught an 'eel'.

Hurrah!  Mum was definitely there!  And so was the sunshine for the rest of our walk.

As we made our way to the other side of the lake, we were met with wonderful views of the Snowdon Horseshoe.

Zoomed in a bit, and you can see the snow-capped peaks.

We left the lake and its brisk winds to venture on the last leg of our walk, into the hills once again.  We loved the colours of the surrounding hills.

The wonderful marshy grasses and fantastic purple peaks.

The Boy found tadpoles.  Dad was pleased.  He hasn't seen tadpoles for years.

The village of Capel Curig came into sight.

Another Ty Haf, with sheep this time!

On closer inspection (ie putting the camera on maximum zoom) we realised that the sheep around here are very happy.  And no wonder!

It was time to say goodbye to Capel Curig, its beautiful mountains and happy sheep.  We are all a bit worn out with fresh air and exercise....some more than others!