Wales day one

Wales in just two hours West of Heathrow.
What the hell I am doing in Wales?
Nature is, most of the times, the direct creator of the most stunning beauties. Views, sights which leave you breathless. Unexpected colors, gigantic masses with potent shapes, pure lines.
Elegant felins, thousand of birds flying together as a pink cloud. Crocodiles, born to kill.
Most of humans can only try to replicate the power of the universe.
Wales is not that disruptive. Wales is beautiful. Its landscapes are sweet, green and warm.

First visit, unforunately, a disappointment. Hay-on-Way.
The town of second hand books is useless. True, there are a lot of second hand libraries, true the maior festival (it's in one month) is a unique event, at which even Bill Clinton likes to partecipate. Dunno, what the past president likes in looking through one billion of insignificant old, stinky books.
The ruins of an old castle host the outdoor library. It's without personnel, in fact it's called the honest library. If you like a book you just grab it and deposit half a pound in a box. When I was there it was raining a lot. It's romantic when it rains over a million of books.
In fact here it rains at least ten times per day, for just a few minutes.
Day one ends in Betws-y-Coed. Walking in a forest, muddy soil, to the waterfalls.
Sleeping in a cottage, with a lot of white painted wood. Warm old Wales !