From Mt. Snowdon to Whitesands Bay

Finally, unfortunately, Welsh weather stops making discounts. Mist and rain around Mt. Snowdon make the hike impossible.
A slow diesel train bring cold turists to the top of the montain. In fact, it brings turists into a giant cloud. The landscape is hidden. The train is cold and wet. Ironically the wagon has an automatic speaker which keep on suggesting to look left to heartbreaking views.
Two hours of mist suggest me to move south, to the coast nearby St. David. It's a long trip, but, at this point, necessary.
Short pit-stop at Cardigan, another disappointment. Cardigan castle is just a ruined wall, the rain isn't heavy but penetrate below my skin.
Warming in my car, hot blood and excitement bring me (finally) to St. David. Nearby Whitesands Bay is marvellous, large and sweet beach. It's a Breton see in Britain, without seafood in the low tide.
Dogs are playing into the waves. The sun finally kisses Wales, two hours before the sunset.
After disappointing meals, I give myself a special dinner, crabs and sea bass with Cider.
Extra-cold Walsh Cider is a really exciting drink. Immagine a big glass of cider filled up with ice cubes. Chilled as ice tea. Great great drink, obviously a disaster with sea food.

Travelling is looking for excitement. And for emotions.
Staring at a painting in a museum, staing at the sea.
Spotting a koala on a tree, walking through the street of a city old district.
Sometimes emotions can emerge from hybrid experience, food, music and landscape.
Or writing my blog in a B&B managed by chilled, surf dudes staff !