BRIDGE OVER troubled waters

“Where the wild rocky heights of southern Snowdonia look down on a blissful scene of constantly shifting sand and water”

There are plenty of folk out there who are happily roaming around in their camping contraptions quite content to limit their horizons to the place we presently refer to as Great Britain. Or the United Kingdom if you prefer, although it isn’t quite the same thing. I only added that ‘rider’ because quite a few of MMM’s readers (about my age and gender) are notoriously pedantic about such irrelevant details. Whatever, but as far as staying in this country goes, well, for us it won’t do. Each to their own.

However, even for two self-declared ‘citizens of the planet’, there are definitely some places in the Disunited Queendom that can fully justify this Travelling Nationalism. The Mawddach estuary, on the southwestern fringe of the Snowdonia National Park, is one of the best, and our most recent visit was for five glorious days last summer. The weather was typically west Welsh but, in the moment, nowhere else matters in a place like this.

The trip to Wales involved meeting friends who are scattered far and wide and, with a touching gesture of blind faith (idiots), they left the