In Snowdonia - Betws Garmon and Caernarfon

The afternoon of our first full day in Snowdonia we went a little way along a path in Betws Garmon, where a river ran in full spate under a bridge and along the road. We carried on into Caernarfon and onto the coast, facing the mountains rising out from Trefor where we had stayed in September.











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