GLAN y WERN and beyond

Looking for sites and standing stones
We took a path and drove
Slowly upwards through fierce wind
Towards our treasure trove

Clearly in our hearts and minds
Where dry stone walls exist
Ruins of ancient cottages
Not on any list

A winding narrow road of sorts
Dripping with Mountain Dew
And lots of dotted sheep boys
Grazing up there too

Grass clover and thistle
Get a hammering every day
You have to be real hardy
Apparently they say

and the sheep are really loving it
Right out across the bay
The sea the surf the drama
and the estuary Away

It moves you just to look at it
Where the air is clean and free
The view up there was wonderful
It was the place to be

And you couldn’t find a better place
To observe from let me say
Despite the wind and the narrow track
The view across the bay

And out into oblivion
and beyond into the sky
Got this old mans heart pumping just seeing it all
Which Was why

The valley of the Dwyrydun Snowdonia by name
The sky was getting darker the wind now it just came
Crashing down the mountain side and was rocking my car
My friends were looking for the stones
I could see them from afar

Away beyond the tussocks
the swampy grassy land
The rocks the scree the cliffs they be
Trying to understand

The wildness of this mountainside
And at the end we found
A big house with a conservatory
A big gate and all around

Was unbelievable landscape
And of course the sea below
It seemed alone and vulnerable
God fearing men would know

SNowdonia is beautiful
It’s rugged to the core
And not another human
Just nature in the raw

Evidence of humans
Fences and barbed wire
A barn or two but nothing else
Just walking to perspire

To test the flagging muscles
The lungs the chest and will
And not get lost or pay the cost
Of experiencing the thrill

I was on the grassy track
Rocking too and fro
As they were trudging back to me
Clearly they did know

I would be there waiting
With their shoes and socks wet through
From finding out below the grass
Was more than Mountain Dew

Raging little torrents
Poured down cold as could be
And walls of slate were to be climbed
With so much for the eyes to see

NOrth Wales is truly beautiful
It’s glorious refrain
Far reaching and far flying
This wonderful domain

Where mainly sheep were grazing
Perched on slopes were they
Hardly ever frightened
That they could be blown away

The wind blew with a vengeance
And within the hour
My friends came back
All shattered and wet
Their loss of power

Evident they had gone far
Just dots all I could see
But they were glad to get back
To the warm car and to me

Got the motor going
With the heater on their feet
And slowly drove back to the road
The mist trying to beat

It comes down like a blanket
And up there it would be
Difficult to say the least
Manoeuvrability

Would have been quite dicey
But we were all alright
Got back to CAT at 720
And it still was light

It had been an adventure
Walking all that way
Tired shins and tired muscles
Could be felt the next day

I was in the car it’s true
Didn’t walk much me
No matter I was on my sticks
Really in sympathy