Have a great week everyone.
We took the local bus from Mayrhofen toHintertux. Hintertux is a local ski mountain where you can ski 365 days of the year. We were not skiing but walking. The lift to the top is in three stages but we hoped off after the first stage and walked down into the town. Now I like walking down! We started off in full cloud but walked down into hot sunshine ☀️
The walks are extremely well signposted so route finding is easy. We crossed bridges, admired the spring flowers and dodged cows. The cows all wear typical cow bells which you can hear from way off ( the purpose of the bells I suppose)
Apparently the better the milker the cow is the bigger the bell. Now I think that this is extremely mean. Not only does the poor girl have to carry a great big udder but a great big bell as well!
Hubs and I are having a cheeky week in Mayrhofen Austria. We have been multiple times but are still thrilled with the beautiful mountains, valleys and waterfalls. The mountain tops are easily accessible due to the chair lifts
When you reach the end of the lifts the restaurants are fabulous putting our efforts on Snowdon to shame. All the many paths are well labelled with numbers making walking much easier. Your not SUPPOSED to get lost👣
We generally buy a six day mountain pass which enables lift use free buses and train. Not bad value.
Great time out as I hardly ever go away ha ha😎
Today the weather has been awesome. One of those British hot steamy days when you are glad to paddle (or swim) in the sea. Each time we come to our “place by the sea” we explore a little more of the Welsh coastal path. Today we dabbled and paddled around Borth-y-gest a pretty village. We discovered tea rooms( nothing new there) an easy stretch of coastal path and hidden coves and beaches. Idillic!
Maybe a little more of the coastal path tomorrow. The Llyn Peninsula Coastal Path is 110 miles (180kilometers) long so at this rate it may take us some time. But watch this space.
Last year I bought a kit from Scheepjes to make a “crochet along shawl”. The kit, when it arrived, was a delight of yarn squishiness. It contained delightful jewel colours and small extras. It was like receiving a lovely gift ( even though I’d paid for it)
Well I missed the crochet along (CAL) by months so Darling Daughter printed the patterns off for me.
I decided to take the kit away with me and start. No crochet hook ( I have dozens at home) OK, I found a local knitting shop and treated myself to a hook with a lovely handle ( not cheap). I started the shawl very half heartedly as I couldn’t work out when I would wear it! So I thought I’d use the kit to knit a jumper which I am more likely to wear.
I found the perfect sweater on line. Sadly it was published in a book and together with postage was unreasonably expensive. So I resisted the purchase and found a nice, free, pattern in a magazine which I had.
Guess what? No Knitting needles! Dozens at home so I went to the local charity shops which all appeared shut for the royal wedding. Next day I found anther yarn shop and “treated” myself to some high end bamboo needles. I can always justify spending by telling myself that I deserve this treat!
Trying hard, I knit a tension square which suggested that I needed larger needles. Oh no! I think I will wait until I get home.
I may have already told you that I have a caravan in Criccieth, Wales. This is my coastal home and I love it. I love the location, I love the beach and I love sharing my “beach house” with close family. Yesterday hubs and I went to the lovely Snowdonia village of Beddgelert. It took all of 15 minutes to get there, driving along the winding, leafy, Lush lanes. We walked Benji dog along the river and enjoyed the sun shine.
A short walk south of the village, following the footpath along the banks of the Glaslyn leads to Beddgelert’s most famous historical feature; ‘Gelert’s Grave’.
According to legend, the stone monument in the field marks the resting place of ‘Gelert’, the faithful hound of the medieval Welsh Prince Llewelyn the Great.
The story, as written on the tombstone reads:
“In the 13th century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, ‘The Faithful Hound’, who was unaccountably absent.
On Llewelyn’s return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant’s cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood.
The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound’s side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog’s dying yell was answered by a child’s cry.
Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed, but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain. The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here”.