The other day, we decided to take a little walk toward Conwy Mountain. Of course, I’ve seen the mountain while driving to and from Conwy — but I hadn’t explored it and didn’t know what to expect. So we set off, walking through a nearby neighborhood and up to a wooden fence. I always feel a little like I’m trespassing when I get up to a fence with stiles. (I’m still not used to the generous rights of way around here, although I really appreciate them!) Thankfully, there was a sign right there to set me at ease.
We plodded up the steep hill, stopping now and then to catch our breath and admire all of the green around us. We even came upon a horse grazing on the path. After a few minutes waiting, we edged close enough that the horse skittered off the edge of the path and looked at us warily as we went by. At some point, I had the bright idea to turn back and look at where we’d come from. I ended up with this beautiful view of the valley below us, including Conwy Castle:
Just when I felt like I couldn’t see a better view, we got to the top of the hill. The path branched off every which way, but I decided to head straight on — and ended up surprising myself with yet another stunning view, this time looking out to Conwy Bay:
I literally giggled and shrieked with glee when I saw it. I hope I never get used to the incredible natural beauty of this area. It seems to surprise me at every turn!
Of course, I can’t resist sharing this sheep joke — we happened upon it after venturing to the very edge of the walking path toward the water:
All in all, not a bad way to spend a quiet Sunday afternoon.