I was a bit unsure as to where to head for on this particular morning and I was having a ponder as I was driving down the windy road to Maentwrog when a light bulb switched on in my head (well, its about the only thing in there) - I would try Beddgelert. I went past Croesor, crossed the bridge at Aberglaslyn and was suddenly confronted by thick mist. But I had decided, so I went on. Things were not so bad and I had a little wander about down by the river - just me, enjoying this lovely morning. I had seen a sign directing visitors to Gelert's grave and as there was no-one to see me I followed it and was rewarded by these lovely sunbeams. They would soon be gone and no-one will have known they had been there.

But I knew!!