Araf

Araf is Welsh for slow, which is what I'm feeling tonight. Lee and I headed out really early (we're old, so we're allowed to get up early on holidays) to visit Pistyll Rhaeadr, the highest waterfalls in Wales.

Although very high and quite pretty, this Canadian felt it had nothing on Niagara!





Probably because we were there so stinking early, there was a whole lot of fog hovering over the Berwyn ridge. Hiking in the fog wasn't too much fun as we could not find the path, which led to a few looks like this exchanged. (This is my "no we can't crack open the mini eggs at 8:30 in the morning until we actually know where we are on the map face"). Ha ha...





We both were a bit apprehensive about getting too close to the edge.





Of course the fog started to lift on our descent of the ridge. It was pretty fantastic to actually see where we had climbed and just how gorgeous the Welsh hills actually were!











Too bad we couldn't see any of this when we were actually at the top!



Even with the fog it was a great day out and good practice for the Lake District this summer!