Mick & Gayle left us after we popped into Dulyn bothy, just to be nosey and to get out of the bitingly cold wind. Overnight a small snowdrift had built itself up against Wendy's flank ~ I don't think she was amused as she had had enough to contend with, with the blustery gails and shotblast hailstorms too.
We were blown along Llyn Cowlyd Reservoir and eventually found ourselves in this charming little cafe where they delight in telling us that there are no customer toilets, you may not eat food here bought in their shop and that certain tables are only for parties of 5 or 6. Only in Britain, eh?
Might just pop along the road to see if there is a pub where you are allowed to drink their beer.