A couple of weeks ago, we took a quick walk around the grounds of Plas Tan-y-Bwlch, a few minutes from where we live. The Scots say that "the cobbler's bairns are the worst shod" and we are guilty of overlooking this beautiful place in favour of more distant, often less worthy locations, mainly for the sake of novelty.
It was a rare and beautiful dry day, making the leaves glint and glow as they fell through the still air. Blackbirds sorted conscientiously among the fallen leaves, while a robin bugled from somewhere in the banks of azaleas...autumn is the only time I can stand these hideous plants, but at least they provide perches for the birds. The grounds of the Plas boast a wide variety of superb trees, from exotics to more common, but equally loved species. It's free to access, and of course, there is the Snowdonia study centre situated in the big house, where many an illuminating lecture on slate mining history has been heard. Rather appropriate, since the first owners were the quarrymasters of the mighty Oakley concern.
We enjoyed the colours and light in the woods, a last glorious flourish before the gloom of winter claims our valley for another year. Summer seems a long way off now.
Huw Jenkins' excellent BBC article on Plas Tan-y-Bwlch here.
|Looking over to Maentwrog from the slopes above the Plas.|
|A poignant reminder of a much-loved hound. I imagine he or she must have been some sort of terrier...|
|Manod Mawr, glimpsed through the trees.|
|The scurrying of little birds in the leaves...|
|A place to hibernate.|