Seven or eight miles down the road and a different world, so different I can't pronounce it. The awkward thing is that everything for a mile around is called the same, the crag above, the stream, the farm and the valley. I have solved the problem temporarily by taking inspiration from Paddington (the bear not the station). Have a parcel tag round my neck saying 'Adrian staying at Cwmrhwyddfor'. That should do it.
On route I stopped at Tal-y-Llyn Lake as you shall see I had to. Promise these are as shot apart from RAW conversion. No chopping cutting and inverting, as regular visitors know I'm totally averse to such duplicity.
Then they spoiled it, started boating, however I'm one lucky chap to have had it to myself for half an hour.
Normally you get what I get on the day, today I got some more so I'm going to roll them over. Come on, I've struggled for over a week. hopefully a couple of good panoramas tomorrow though if I lug the gear two thousand feet for nothing but mist there will be hell to pay!